Heavenly outerwear courtesy of Mr. Lim.
Yesterday I was fortuitous enough to attend the 3.1 Phillip Lim show (thank you, Pork$!). Though Phillip may not remember this, I interned in his West 39th Street studio in the Fall of 2006, right when he was the new, cool kid in town. I remember walking in on a tiny Elijah Wood in the bathroom, helping Lauren Santo Domingo refurbish her wardrobe with everything white rosette and tracking samples using a color-coded binder. It seems that in a mere three years, the world of 3.1 has grown exponentially. His 40-look collection yesterday was pretty much exactly what women, tired of over-sized shoulders and criminally ridiculous heels, actually want. Sumptuous fabrics and brilliant layering result in one of the most wearable collections of the season. But of course, pragmatism and making cash monies are Lim’s specialties. The only thing I didn’t really like was the unrelated purple sequin numbers that took the collection to a weird place. Otherwise, I left the show feeling elated, inspired and confident that fashion can still give me that loving feeling.
