Fashion Week: Long Lines, No AC, & a Bevy of Brides at Y-3

The line for the standing section at the Y-3 Yohji Yamamoto for Adidas show last night was out of control ... as in, an entire city-block-and-a-half kind of out of control. Waiting in the thick of it (what one could term the fashion trenches) and having moved merely a few feet since the time I arrived, I watched as a few people jumped ship. This was, after all, 20 minutes after the show was scheduled to start. (My guess is they booked it to H&M on 5th Ave, or, better yet, the Container Store next door.) I was then forced to listen to fashion banter provided by two college kids just behind me.

Boy: So, is the Prada party supposed to be fun?
Girl: Um [laughs] is the sky blue?

Not 15 minutes later, I found myself stuffed into an overpacked standing section. And, as if it couldn’t get better, there was no air conditioning. The especially thick foam-board invites could be seen doubling as fans the room over. I spotted model-turned-fashion photographer Ellen Von Unwerth readying her point-and-shoot from a seat in the front row. Then came model Freja Beha Erichsen.

The Dane opened what was a relatively classic Y-3 show. To his credit, I will say Yamamoto is the only person who can make wearing a visor look effortlessly cool. Lots of comfy-seeming, covetable jersey concoctions (quite of few of which featured horizontal stripes) paraded past. A graphic backpack that’d be perfect for back-to-school and a sheer cardigan with blue trim for men caught my eye. But the real shock came as Yamamoto sent two final, more formal women’s looks down the runway complete with makeshift white veils topped off with baseball caps. Baseball brides, Yojhji? I would have liked to stick around longer to ponder the choice, but unfortunately, it was just too damn hot.