Fashion

Today's Thoughts in New York Fashion Week

I was very ready to dismiss NAHM when I heard the that the awful Ally Hilfiger was involved. I used to work on the sales floor at Barneys where she was a regular. My memories of her are that she was tiny, loud, and needed a lot of attention. Pretty much what you’d expect from the type of person who would produce and star in a reality show called Rich Girls. She’d buddy it up with the sales staff as if my co-workers were her actual pals instead of people who only saw dollar signs when they looked at her.

However, I kept hearing murmurs about how she had a line and how it was actually good, and I was interested in seeing what she could do with her co-designer Nary Manivong. I should have listened to my gut on this one.

Don’t these models look bored to tears? Those facial expressions pretty much sum up how I felt. Never in my life have I seen someone so young create something that felt so old. Throwing a cool Egyptian pattern into the mix does not a memorable garment make. More on NAHM's boring collection here.

Now Timo Weiland, that's what I'm talking about. All day long all I heard from every person I encountered was the question: “Are you going to Timo?” His presentation was by far the most anticipated one on what was a very packed Sunday. It opened to the strains of—the edited version of—Christian Death’s "Romeo's Distress." That and a sweet, braided rat's tail never hurt anyone on the runway, did it? He went death rock, and I liked it; read the full report here.