Category Archives: Spring 2012
These few things are true: The Greta Constantine show got off to a late start. The upper-most level of the Century Club, where the runway was set up, was very hot. The music playing throughout the building was internal-organ-bumpingly loud. And I loved what I saw on the catwalk.
So, the shows for the SS2012 lines for the house of Greta Constantine. Let’s talk about them. And I do mean shows. Plural. 3 collections, 51 pieces.
Initially, I was surprised by the first set of pieces that made their way down the runway, especially considering the more embellished direction the label took for AW2011. Beautiful, eye-popping colours, drapey-drapey jersey pieces that felt a lot like a retread of the label’s SS2009 collection. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to kidnap almost each and every one of those dresses; it just seemed like the label had stepped back in time, especially when, following a distinct pause-lightsdown-changeinmusic separation, the groupings that followed had little in relation to what I had just watched. Finding out from the fashion mags in attendance on the Twitters that the first part of the show were pieces their diffusion line, Primer, started to then make a lot of sense.
If Primer is about giving the people the beautiful Grecian-inspired dresses that they want, Greta & Ezra have then become places where Kirk Pickersgill and Stephen Wong can push creativity and experimention. And give people what they didn’t know they wanted.
This season, Greta and Ezra seemed to be all about a sporty, relaxed vibe. Exaggerated asymmetry was beautifully presented in pieces that were gossamer-like in weight and movement. Volume went from skinny and highly structured – I would kill for those white pants and white jackets – to baggy and flowy in others. The best effect was when both were paired together. The inclusion of cleverly placed zippers, and pieces in leather (hi, leather shrug and random sleeves, you need to come home with me) and ribbed jersey/cotton, added a bit of an urban spin on things. And, for the first time, it seemed like Greta and Ezra were hanging out at the same places, liking the same things. And I liked it. A lot.
A playsuit. I KNOW. I have either had a stroke, or he is such a genius, I can’t even talk about it.
Nope, still no words.
Holy crap, the pants! The only way I would ever want to wear those of the high-waisted sort. And paired with a leather topper? I am killed dead.