How to describe the scene at the Ralph Lauren show, held this morning in Hudson Square? Opulent? Just a little. We entered the check-in area, and were confronted with a huge vase filled with pink and white roses. Then the crowd, consisting of all the top editors of basically every fashion magazine we poured over as a teen (Elle, Vogue, GQ) and a bunch of other important-looking, immaculately-dressed people (and us), waited in front of a cream curtain to enter the show. Once the curtain parted, everyone took their seats on cream-velvet-cushion-covered risers to either side of the dark-wood runway, and watched while Anna got situated and Blake Lively, dressed in a cropped leather jacket, tight grey dress and nude snakeskin lace-up Louboutins, had her photo taken with a Feedbag-wearing Lauren Bush.
As for the clothing, it was classic Ralph Lauren wasp prep. There was a bit of a flapper feel to some of the looks, like a drop-waist beaded gown paired with a wool jacket, and a short, white fur overtop a long liquidy silk gown. But Lauren hewed pretty closely to the Americana he's known for, showing fairisle wool sweaters, flannel and twill pants, shearling coats, donegal and herringbone tweed jackets and satin jodphurs in tones of ivory, cream, dusty pink and pale green. After all the models did their thing, the man of the hour came out to take his bow, looking tiny and tan in a pair of fringed leather pants, and a tight vest over a tighter white long-sleeve shirt. And then, Fashion Week was officially over.
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