Monday, September 19, 2011
Proenza Schooled Me
There was a fierce velvet rope at the Proenza Schouler show, strangely, since we were all the way teetering on the edge of the Hudson, and most sneaks wouldn't think to find the ugliest abandoned factory building in town to stalk out all the celebrities for the evening. But inside the warehouse, the runway was aglow in the eerie depressing light of golden beige, a color best left in the late 1950's, where it was born.
The collection was a mix of 'Meeting the Flintstones' and an old school Tarantino film, dreary in it's choices of color, and retro in cuts and silhouettes. Compared with all the color and prints on other Spring runways, Proenza punctuated subtly with fierce details, but remained a strong reference to the depressing landscape it grew from.
- Carly Pifer
- Born and raised under the Los Angeles sun and smog. At sixteen spent some time in LA County Juvenile Detention Center, although never really learned her lesson. Moved to Boston for the classic college experience. Spray painted graffiti in the Paris Metro during six month stay in the Marais. Survived an ultra fabulous and frightening internship at Vogue Magazine while living at a nunnery in Hell's Kitchen. Lived a year in Seoul, a city which can only be compared to a Disneyland theme park. Written four hundred sixty-four words of an undisclosed masterpiece novel. Currently pondering her next adventure and also the meaning of her memoirs from an artist's loft in dirty Brooklyn.