Channeling Rodarte. Fashion month is an illustrator’s dream (for lack of a better simile or metaphor). And let me tell you something, as we go from NYC to London to Milano to Paris it just keeps getting better and better. And no, I am in no way saying that the clothes or the designers get better, but for fashion illustration the more exuberant (and couture-like) the more fun they are to draw. Take McQueen, a fashion illustrator’s (or at least my) ideal.
So going (what seems like waaay) back now to NYFW, Rodarte was my dream. In fact, the Mulleavy sisters seem to (pretty much) always do it for me. (Remember me drooling over their van Gogh prints two seasons back?).
There were the shoes, the tough-chick earrings (which got me craving for a second piercing… despite the fact I actually rarely wear earrings anymore), and then there were The Dresses.
It may have something to do with my Game of Thrones obsession this summer, but give me some bleached hair and a Rodarte gown, and I could channel Daenerys Targaryen for you. Well, if only I could pull off platinum hair…