Be you.
Supersize shoulders, lots of bare leg, and buckets of bling. No, I'm not talking about what you might see with all fours wrapped around a stripper pole. This is what I'd imagine tucked in the front row seats of Fashion Week's hottest show.
I like to forecast my own fashion trends. And to my delight, I'm 99% of the time dead on target. I can honestly say it is in my blood. And believe me, if I had any insight on how to score myself a fashion forecasting career, I'd be slaving away until 3am, emailing my life away to every company I could get my manicured paws on that is looking for a fashion forecaster in the highest of high fashion. I'd probably have better luck posting my resume in every NYC taxi cab I can sit my buns in. Unfortunately for me, what I'm best at, is the one career that when you land it, you don't leave it. Ever. Even if you're on your death bed, you still have you're blackberry in you're IV threaded arm, sending mass emails to all of New York's finest fashionistas of what's the must have item of the next five minutes. God bless their souls.
Accepting the fact that I will never land an actual fashion forecasting career in New York/LA's fashion industry, it only gives me more push to creep my clothing line's launch date even sooner than I had planned. I can only be so lucky to have such a "go-getter" partner. He is just as willing as I am to skip two out of three meals to day in order to buy extra fabric for the sudden design idea I had, insisting on 8 more yards of that amazing stretch knit eggplant jersey fabric that only costs $11 a yard. He understands. And that is why I love him.
I truly believe that maintaining a prim and proper image is over. Which is why I am so excited to introduce Prim Suspect to the world, come Fall '09. Hence the big shouldered, bare legged look, I plan to introduce a more daring, modern twist on fashion, bringing back the 1940's and 1950s eras, with a bit of sex appeal/hipster twist. Prim Suspect is something the fashion industry has not even yet dreamed up. It's a whole new dimension of clothing, a collaboration of the eras not touched, maybe even afraid to yet dabble in, and the newness of hipsters and "my generation", all refined into one, polished collection. Try not to drool.
I admit to Balmain being a huge influence on my designing, as well as Alexander Wang and Poltock and Walsh, which is a very new obsession of mine. I refuse to be tied down to one style, one era, or one genre of clothing. That's just simply not how I work. Nor will it ever be how I work. My mind is way too scattered to ever focus on one thing. I can literally look at fashion from the 1940's, literally, a pouffy, flamboyant piece, and picture it in the year 2010. I can mesh it with something I've seen off any given haute couture runway collection, somehow pairing it together, and making it work. It's like creating a new invention everyday. I see my designs as the Magic Bullet or the George Foreman Grill, everyone loves it, it's the biggest thing, and you just have to own one. If, of course, it works for you.
As a designer, I want to be able to put my finger on exactly what men and women want. I want people to put on my line, and never feel over or under dressed. And to walk into a room and appear exactly that way. I want a collection that can be delivered in a number of ways, it's all in how you represent it on your own. I want a woman to walk in with a pant, a simple shirt, and a cool jacket, paired with the best shoes, and feel just as confident as the girl in the floor length gown. I want a man to walk into a room with the same thing, and look better than the guy in the tux. It's not only in the design, it's in the delivery. The clothes are only as good as the person wearing them.
Fashion, now, is about risk takers. It's not about who you're wearing, what's on that itchy label on the back of your neck, it's about how you wear it. It's about finding what you're true iconic style is, and really wearing it well. I can tell you, that I have found more than plenty of my designer steals in my day, trudging through the dozens of sample sales that I've managed to squeeze into my lunch hour while working in the the garment district in NYC, but did I really feel confident in them? No. Did wearing a Dolce & Gabbana top that just wasn't the right fit, really make me feel like I was any more of a woman in a room full of fabulously dressed women (who, by the way, I couldn't decode half of the designers they were wearing) in the room? No. Fashion is what fits, what looks best for the occasion, what is appropriate (so important!), what you feel comfortable in, and what makes you look your absolute best. Never, ever buy something because of the label sewn on the inside. While it's fun to own a piece with a fancy label on the inside, you're not wearing that outfit inside out for the world to see who made it.
Because just like beauty, it's what's on the outside that counts.
Wear yourself well, my friends.
