Diesel Black Gold's NYFW Show Wasn't as Eurotrashy as Everyone Expected
By the last few days of fashion week, people were REALLY starting to whine—the lines, the scene, the craziness, the not getting into parties—and I kind of wish everyone would just shut the fuck up. When blogger/it-girl Leandra Medine of Man Repeller hosted the Marc Jacobs livestream Monday night, she said something to the effect of, “Yes, it's crazy but a lot of people would kill to be in my shoes, so I feel lucky.” Very true. I entered the Diesel Black Gold NYFW show at Pier 57 on Tuesday with that kind of excitement. And like most everyone else, I was clad in black and gold.
I didn't really know what to expect from the collection. Diesel's jeans are pretty well made, but the brand has that unfortunate reputation of being kind of guido. Turns out that besides the atmospheric annoyances, like the abrasive lighting and blaring techno, the collection was wearable and not too eurotrashy. Adrien Brody, Elle editor Kate Lanphear, fashion's fairy godmother Anna del Russo, and Purple's Olivier Zahm (everyone's favorite creep) were all sitting in the front row. Peep the other best dressed folks in the slideshow above.
Skateboarding was one of the "themes" of the collection, and the show began when a handful of Diesel-clad skaters ripped across a mini half-pipe. I was half expecting them to skate down the runway. But almost as quickly as they began, they disappeared, and the models started their parade through the side of the ramp. The collection was clean, slick, and definitely 90s influenced. Black netted dresses, different variations on the motorcycle jacket, and all-black/all-white ensembles made up the majority of the show. The show featured a graffiti print that was inspired by an actual evolving graffiti work in France, but you could have fooled me. It looked more like a child's finger painting.
I loved the oversized zippers on the leotards and that gorgeous, buttery-looking leather turtleneck blouse thing.
But the embossed wrap skirts (very high-end Hollister) turned me off, as well as the fact that the fringed shoes had the tendency to make some of the models look and sound like ponies prancing around in a very different kind of show. One of the last models had so much swagger. She strutted down the runway with her hands in her pockets. She lead with her hips, angling her torso all the way back. The whole thing was very "fuck you," kinda like the crazy Italian who ran across the street and almost got hit by a car after the show.
Runway shots courtesy of Style.com.