Day seven with Myfashdiary’s NYFW contributor, Melissa Liebling-Goldberg, Editorial Director, Gilt.com
American sportswear is a term that gets tossed around a lot, but not executed nearly enough for my taste. Thank the fashion gods for Michael Kors, who manages to produce season after season of pieces that make you feel darn near patriotic. The red and black buffalo plaids that opened the show were perfect for the most luxurious mansion on the prairie, while the tweeds are destined for boardrooms high in the sky in Manhattan. And for those ultra-glamorous denizens of Los Angeles, please pick one of his cut-out shimmering gowns for a red carpet soon, please? I will be counting down the minutes until Gwyneth Paltrow wears one.
And speaking of red carpets, J. Mendel turns up on his fair share and his show this afternoon was like watching an award show in action. I particularly loved the series of gowns with tops that looked like they were being held up by magic, with flashes of skin in just the right places for an effect that was somehow terribly sexy without every being in any way vulgar. And his winter white parade was just beautiful, especially the tiered jacket over a matching skirt.
One cannot speak of red carpets without mentioning Marchesa. So many unbelievable gowns at the presentation tonight at the Plaza Hotel to be shipped briskly to LA for Oscars night! I have my favourites and am holding my predictions tight. Meryl in Marchesa? Come on, why not?