Isaac Hindin Miller reports from the style metropolis on the latest in autumn fashions.
Seating arrangements are big business at a fashion show, and as you'd expect, the cooler, more famous or VIP you are, the further forward you sit. I generally stand. At Calvin Klein, however, it's third row for me. Sure there are only three rows, but it beats rubbernecking from behindthe bleachers. Today, my third row seat was right on the corner that the models had to walk around before going to a different part of the room (it was a multi-runwayed catwalk). This meant that for a brief moment, every 30 seconds or so, I was so close to the models that if I leaned too far forward, I'd get a knee to the face. It was a wonderful feeling.
Calvin Klein is a label associated with clean, minimal clothing, and in true form, no two words would better sum up what was delivered on the catwalk today. The looks were clean and minimal. Grey suits and white dresses and beige coats and straight lines and leather and technologically advanced fabrics and combed fur. Every now and again an anomaly would come out from backstage that would take the audience by surprise: a black cowhide suit, or a giant drop-shouldered tan leather hooded coat, but for the most part, the emphasis was on crisp shapes in pristine cloths. The one deviation was the shoes, which were very clumpy, but very cool.
A moment of nationalistic pride occurred when Kiwi model Emily Baker walked out, securing her place as the top newcomer model of the entire week. Trust me when I say that it took every ounce of self control not to reach out and give her a high five. You can take a guy out of New Zealand, but you can't take New Zealand out of the guy.
