Something Beautiful is a 2013 self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
The spring haute couture trotted down the New York runways this week. I’m shameless when I see a good story. And, a trial submersion into the fashion subculture had all the earmarks of not just a good story but a great one. So was my motivation for buying a general seating ticket (at 30 minutes early, I got a second row seat) for the Sinead Fachelli and Catalin Botezatu 8pm shows at The New Yorker hotel. My Mother would have been disgusted by Fachelli’s workmanship and fit. Her snug, puzzle cut sheaths rode up the model’s diminutive derrieres.The Project Runway judges would have surely noted that Botezatu could not edit his “bling.” But, I thought it was perfect. The pre-show did not disappoint. Posturing former models indignant that their front row seats were taken snarled at other former models who refused to accommodate them. Flamboyant designers gesticulated wildly to make sure they were seen. And kissing. Lots and lots of cheek kissing.
One of the Fachelli models had me baffled. Was she trying to establish a distinctive new walk or really struggling with the shoes. I used to walk like that in Mom’s heels when I was five. My money is on the shoes.
Yes, there was wild hair, theatrical makeup, breastless models, poor tailoring and bling abandon. That did not keep me from appreciating the peacock befeathered finale of the second show. Spectacular white and glorious peacock. The crowd was generous with exclamations of pleasure, “Ooooh.” A light storm of flashes. The true
finale for me was that post-show moment when I unceremoniously elbowed my way to the runway to give “the red” shoe it’s moment. I’m not sure there’s much more I can do to laud my red pump but I have one more day in New York . . .