After five seasons at the top of his game, embodying all that is cool in American contemporary fashion, Alexander Wang’s tribe of fans are impressive and loyal.
Filling the vast space of Pier 94, it was standing room only to see what one of the highlights of New York fashion week would bring to spring summer 2011. There was one high profile absence however, due to a certain tennis match starring Federer. My how people will talk...
Having drawn on Miami Vice, Wall Street and baseball as inspiration in the past, Wang’s use of the American institution for his creative mood board is as visible as a stud-bottomed bag in Greenwich Village. It is no surprise then that U.S. culture is the lifeblood for next season too.
Imagine hip hop clothes without the lurid colours, graffiti that whispers rather than shouts and you’re close to Wang’s collection. Layered looks were head-to-toe white, blush, lemon or mint. "There's no black!" he cried to the press backstage. Familiar dungaree shapes and sports jackets were paired down in parachute silk - almost unrecognisable from its original form. Agyness, Freya, Omahyra Mota and a stellar line-up wore nose-rings, hair paint and attitude. Doodles were scribbled over vest dresses and windbreakers – Wang’s sporty aesthetic the common link.
The exiting buzz swung from “he’s a genius” to “how overrated”, but even if the white wide-leg cargo pants don’t fly off the shelves, the legend lives on in most eyes for a while yet.