Nomia was the first and only show that actually brought me to the supposed epicenter of NYFW, Lincoln Center. I never dug going to mainstream runway shows too much--the prance down the runway, the turn left/turn right, you know the drill. I prefer presentations, although they are punishing on the poor models. Still, I drug my ass uptown to check out the Nomia show in a dirty-sounding space called "The Box," where they apparently stick the up-and-comers. Nestled on the floor at the top of the cross-shaped runway, I watched an intro film of gauzy gals being moody in the sand.
Though the setting appeared to be Fort Tilden, it felt less Queens beach than Badlands. The runway show began with a parade of transparent paneled skirts and dresses in neutrals, teal, burgundy, and orange--another articulation of that desert daydream palate we've been seeing all over the place for Spring/Summer 2012. I guess a desert mushroom trip is like the springtime answer to the oh-so-cold gothness we've had for countless seasons.
If everyone's going tribal, Nomia did it especially well. When the desert vibes are strong, sometimes a literal print will put it over the top. With Nomia it was subdued, just the right tone. Besides the slices of watercolor geode printed on a couple of dresses, it was all solid separates in complimentary tones here, a sort of hushed psychedelia.
I'm a sucker for wearable transparents, and it's nice to see the trend continuing in a more practical manner. The same goes for cutouts. Lord knows the last thing we need is another All That Jazz knock-off cutout waist dress, so I was especially thrilled on the final look, a white dress that showed just the smallest slivers of skin wrapping around the sides of the waist to the back.