Sometimes we wonder about the social consequences of the soothingly feminine collections that are so often the provence of spring. We were never much for Foucault but at we feel like we are watching the History of Sexuality play itself out over and over again. And we never enjoyed his thesis of sexuality as an analytics of power, but all this damnable romanticism just reeks of what Foucault called our repressed sexual natures. The first few minutes of the runway unfolded to a song that cooed "just make me beautiful."
The clothes went from watery pastels to more vibrant colors as the runway went on. Tracey may have the best eye for color of any of the contemporary womenswear designers. We can never find fault with her color stories. More designers could do to edit her colors the way she does. We also apprecaited the few patterns we saw as well. Organza, chiffon, and brocades were shown in her new Black Label collection. We guess contemporary doesn't make enough money anymore. Better to trade up while the geting is good, the middle market urban women willing to pay $300 for a frock are dwindling, but the rich ladies willing to pay a grand are only growing stronger. So what were we saying about power again?
Now don't mind us since we love us a nice Tracey Reese frock. They fit, they look good on many types of bodies, and they sure make us feel pretty. But for some reason we feel a tad unsettled at just how "happy" everything is these days. Perhaps its a form of escapism, perhaps its a power grab in a kind of matriarchal chic way. Except these are sexy pretty mothers. So we might just have to be at a loss. So umm pretty yay?!?!