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DVF went hippie/flower lovechild. Apparently I’d have to grow super long, lush dirty blond/ caramel brown hair to weave flowers through before I could wear her next collection. Regardless, beautiful stuff. All drapey fabric and comfortable cuts. Items you could wear while tucking your legs under yourself, poolside, in wicker or teak furniture.

Oscar de la Renta, whose entire Spring 09 Collection should be owned by my always beautiful roommate JET, is full of late 50s ruffles, some 70s geometry but generally 60s cuts [nice big voluminous skirts, form fitting tops, sleek, slim silhouettes that could possibly make you open up new credit cards [yes, plural] to purchase these artifacts.

If I ever get married and decide to have a real wedding dress, I want it designed by Peter Som. I would wear EVERYTHING in this collection, possibly all at once so I could enjoy every ounce of it to the fullest. I was OMG-ing all over this collection [exception: the weird mermaid pantsuit somewhere in the middle]. Flattering cuts that don’t require plastic surgery–maybe a few hours at the gym. THIS IS MY FAVORITE.

Zac Posen makes women feel good about curves and being ridiculous in their wardrobe choices. IE: Let’s a woman be a woman.

Marc Jacobs, a bit confused, plaid and metallics and muted pastels with My-Fair-Lady-esque hats? One shoulder sheaths? Bizarre Japanese kimono influences. Even stranger patterns. But I’d wear any and all of it, bouncing around the West Village. Marc by Marc, hard to say something about that.

DRESSES [gorgeous, dream-like, look-at-me-go] by Marchesa. To wear to where? I’m not sure. No functions I go to. ‘Functions’, here, refers to work at ultra-non-glamorous job, the grocery store, the subway stops…]

Very wearable Tory Burch. That is, if you’re picnicking in Connecticut for the weekend.

The ever politically-correct Tommy Hilfiger also catching Mad Men fever. Even if I wouldn’t wear any of it on principle, I still hope that the kids downtown make good knock-offs.

Other designers that gave history lessons: Carolina Herrera [American French mid to late 1960s], Jason Wu [strictly early 60s with huge color saturation quotient], L’Wren Scott [60s heroin-chic slim; could make you opt for the breast reduction that would immediately follow liposuction, tummy tuck, the acquiring of a whole new small-boned skeleton; would kill to be able wear all of these gorgeous outfits], Michael Kors [channeling the primary colors-obsessed late 50s, early 60s adults who only TiVo Mad Men], Philip Lim [the Jetsons with no-regard to shapes and a predilection for absurd-looking belts and shoes], Proenza Schouler [bad bad bad 80s], Ralph Lauren [safaris in heels and gold, apparently], Thom Browne [timeless prep school sensibility-- translates into embroidered tennis rackets on cashmere blended wool blazers and other ridiculous finery], Jetsons’ minimalist Very Wang [takes a good stab at patterns peeking out from under layers and accessorizes--BIG--with bright jewelry].

 

Despite all the lukewarm reviews of Mad Men from people I personally know, it seems as if that show has become the darling of Spring 2009, which is comforting given that decade’s penchant for curvy figures. All the more forgiving for the rest of us who aren’t tall spindly models.