Yesterday, Fab and I trekked to Chelsea for the Rodarte show, where we were seated behind none other than Anna Wintour. (Okay, so it was six rows behind her, but still.) Inspired by Japanese horror films, the show itself was genuinely inspiring, and so different from anything else I've seen this week.
For instance, take a look at the show's hair—it's so sleek, colorful, and futuristic. While I love flowing, wearable looks for real life, seeing this kind of sculptural style is an exciting reminder of what Aveda's stylists can do when they're encouraged to go big. I wasn't as enthralled by the makeup, unfortunately; while the deep burgundy lips were popped on the models' ghostly skin, the choice of red eye shadow made them look sickly.
Or maybe I thought of sickness because a few of the models were shockingly thin. I know it's nothing new, but there was something particularly disconcerting about the way the pale makeup paired with visible ribcages and jutting shoulder blades. As much as I loved the originality of the show's aesthetics, it had the unintended effect of making some of the girls look like the walking dead.