all words and photos: Alyssa Lesser who WAS there.
full set: herehere

Second up: ThreeAsFour

ThreeAsFour are one of my favorite labels ever both to drool over and to wear, so I was pretty beyond stoked to attend their show on Saturday. The collective is known for making the softest tee shirts in the history of tee shirts (who else mixes silk and cotton jersey to feel like a newborn's ass? WHO!!!) in beautiful and unusual cuts that drape like a dreamboat. Wearing clothes as comfortable and as beautiful as Threeasfour's make me a happy, happy girl. Even when another girl in the same room as me is wearing the same top. So in my eyes, anyone who produces pieces as fluid and intellectual as Adi, Ange, and Gabi should recieve a nobel fucking prize.

So hypothetically, they would have had a great show. They always do.
In actuality, it was one of the biggest shitshows yet.

Everyone is pissed that they withered away so much time just getting in the elevator at the show. Everyone is pissed that they had to come home and look at the clothes on Style.com. I basically waited a half hour in the biggest mush/orgy of people at any fashion show EVER, got upstairs to the tiniest space for any fashion show EVER, peeked in between mounds of onlookers (who included Arden Wohl, Sarah Lerfel, Sean Lennon, Waris Ahluwalia, and Mickey + Lynn from Paper) for about 45 seconds, and then witnessed the models walking away BEFORE the scheduled end time of the show. After the girls exited, everyone just kind of stood around; the PR girls mischievously tricked us all into believing that the models were coming back out.

In those 45 seconds, what I did see was this: about 14 cohesive black and white looks composed of pieced coats, capes, and layered gowns. These Medieval-armor-y drapey hat things. Models peacefully clipping mini bonsai trees. Everything embellished with geometric flashes of brilliant mini Swarovski crystals. Everything, broken down individually, totally amazing, plausible and wearable.

The models never came out again, but I'm a little glad I waited because I totally received a high five from Waris (or, my favorite person ever) and then heard a girl complement him on his work in the film "Darjeeling Tea." (????) I had on a matchng mini turban headband, it was cute. Then I walked down eight flights of stairs in six inch heels. With any luck next season's amazingness will be slated for a different venue.

more to come