Charlotte Ronson's NYFW Show Attracted a Motley Fashion Crew

I’ll always have a soft spot for Charlotte Ronson. Her Spring 2009 show was the first Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week show I ever attended back in the fall of 2008, and on top of that, I snuck in. This was before Lincoln Center and the barcode bullshit, and I was lucky that the Japanese paparazzi somehow thought I was Agyness Deyn. Mark Ronson was DJing, and Charlotte’s twin sister Samantha was dating Lindsay Lohan at the time. Honestly that couple sitting front row caused an almost bigger stir than the show itself.

Fast forward four years later, besides the colors and patterns, not much has changed. The crowd is still eclectic and cool, the clothes are still feminine and flirty, and a pink-haired Samantha was DJing chill, beachy tunes that somehow made me forget that I was still brutally hungover from FNO. After I sat down (third row, not bad), I immediately got back up to check out the scene. EVERYONE was wearing those sneaker wedges, which I’m sure we’ll all be sick of come spring.

Mr. Mickey (of Paper) was really excited to be photographed for VICE. He made me promise he wouldn’t be a “DON’T,” but I assured him I just really liked his sparkles. He made it work because he was just so nice.

Then, OMG, the fashion seas parted and Rachel Zoe and her husband Rodger Berman posed for me. “Honey, look hot,” she said to Rodger. Two words: I die.

This is reason number 43903214 why Asians rule at getting dressed.

The Simmons seemed kinda random, but they were definitely the “biggest celebs” there.

Not sure who let the Tron douchbag in though.

Or this Republican-looking couple sitting front row smashed between editors and models. Reportedly, the Ronson’s are related to some politicians, so who knows.

Then the show started and an air off effortless nonchalance perpetuated throughout the room. Beige mesh, bucket bags, sheer polka-dotted detailing, tweeds, and a million different takes on the sundress floated down the runway to the tune of Paul Simon’s “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.”

I almost started drooling when I saw the leather-on-leather combos and the brightly colored plastic jackets (now playing: Tweet and Missy Elliott’s “Oops (Oh My)”). I don’t know what about plastic clothes makes me so excited, but plastic allows you to be prepared for anything. Especially impromptu paint parties, open fire hydrants/rain, and wasted people spilling drinks on you.

There were a ton of bare tits at this show… asses, not so much.

I really have a thing for androgynous girls who look like gay boys. I’m always attracted to gay boys. I’m a straight girl, so it’s really confusing.

There was absolutely no way I was getting backstage, but I ran into these two who were absolutely stunning. The dude and I bonded over both wearing necklaces with red mouths (mine was smoking a cig), and the girl reminded me of a younger, more dewy-eyed Morticia Addams character.

… and that was before I saw her shoes.

Thank god granny chic is still alive and well. For more on grannies, read this.

This girl was really going for it. Hindu fairy meets club kid meets Tavi two years ago. Not sure what those shorts (?) were about, but the Jeremy Scott for Longchamp tote made up for it, kinda.

These guys were super adorable. Florals harshened up with a metal collar and leopard and paisley. These last two combos summed up Charlotte Ronson’s aesthetic in a nutshell. She’s just safe enough to not alienate her mainstream fans, but still has enough edge that hot messes want to wear her clothes to make them look “presentable” every once and a while.

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