Yohji Yamamoto sent out an army of great little chic coats with interesting details last night—little body-hugging jackets with cinched waists, in leather and wool. All they needed to go from runway to Rush Street was a pairing with a cool jean or trouser…

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Yohji Yamamoto, Gaspard Yurkievich, and an Ikram Sighting!

Yohji Yamamoto sent out an army of great little chic coats with interesting details last night—little body-hugging jackets with cinched waists, in leather and wool. All they needed to go from runway to Rush Street was a pairing with a cool jean or trouser…

Yohji Yamamoto sent out an army of great little chic coats with interesting details last night—little body-hugging jackets with cinched waists, in leather and wool. All they needed to go from runway to Rush Street was a pairing with a cool jean or trouser. Which isn’t to say that the puffed-up prairie skirts Yohji uses on the runway don’t look lovely; au contraire, they’re terrific to watch. Something about seeing a model glide down the runway in flat shoes, without seeing her legs, is so soothing.


Everything about the show was Zen (which works to his advantage, when an 8:30 show starts an hour late and the majority of the audience hasn’t had dinner). The music was a recording of a soulful guitar solo (played by Mr. Yamamoto himself). At the end, a group of five girls came out in capes, carrying the satchels that Yohji has made in collaboration with Hermès this season. They moved in sync, their capes catching air. I’m not sure if I had goosebumps because it was so lovely, or because the girls resembled the cute little witches out of Harry Potter.  

Stacey and I spotted Ikram in the front row in a sumptuous white fur coat chatting with Julie Gilhart from Barneys. They seemed as amused as we were by this occult-like appearance at the end.


Yesterday morning, Indie cult favorite Gaspard Yurkievich showed an unusually chic collection, inspired by Paris of the 1970s at the Carrousel du Louvre.  Sometimes you’re lucky enough to see a show that features the kind of entertainment you’d usually pay money for. The clothes were nice but what I really enjoyed most was the jazzy performance by Sam Sparro and Dani Siciliano, who stood on either side of the runway, singing into a microphone, their fedoras cocked at a jaunty angle.    

 

Photography: Elisabeth Fourmont

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