this is garbage!

admittedly, i have not yet seen ALL the runway photos from this year's NYFW-- but from what I HAVE seen, i have to say that i am significantly underwhelmed. nothing really jumped out at me, and i had trouble feeling truly inspired by even my most favorite designers.

i loved betsey johnson's colorful + voluminous evening dresses-- can we get these scaled down and made into barbie dresses, please?:



betsey's runway shows always make fashion look so fun; i hope the
rumors aren't true!


i also never dislike marc by marc jacobs; however this year i wasn't drooling as much over the effortless style of the actual collection as i was over the drool-worthiness over mj HIMSELF.



he always looks so hot. someone please save me from continually lusting over gay men.

jeremy scott did have some interesting things going on this season. i couldn't tell if i interpreted the collection with an appreciative and ironic eye, or if the whole thing simply translated as a desperate and almost obvious attempt to be WTF chic. it probably doesn't help that the infamous "singer-who-thinks-a-dollar-sign-is-a-letter" has a very obvious and totally uninspired obsession with "garbage fashion."



but what i absolutely LOVED was the close reminiscence of one of j scott's collection's signature pieces, the "garbage dress" to one of my most loved classic television moments--

remember when lucy and the gang were in Paris, and her and ethel were just dying over the latest designer dresses? ricky won't buy her one of the hot 'fits, so she goes on a hunger strike... then he discovers that good ole ethel has been sneaking lucy baguettes in her camera bag. to get back at them he has dresses made from potato sacks and sews the designer's labels in them:


ethel and lucy 1956 vs jeremy scott, spring 2011

of course the punchline is that, after seeing dresses, the designer copies them and puts them into his next collection.

i think this is a garbage dress i could proudly wear tongue-in-cheek-- in honor of Paris, and Lucy.

photos via nymag.com