Alas, I am not a LORICK lady and my efforts towards that end only land me in the doctor's office, my foot on an x-ray table
One presentation, one runway show, and one Fashion’s Night out later, I’m at the Dr.’s, my foot on an x-ray table and am escorted out with a cheap faux-wood cane. I’ve twisted my ankle in strappy heels on Madison Avenue and later that night, awoke to gripping pain so bad that I hopped to the bathroom in tears.
Earlier in the day, while things were still quite calm and cheery I attended the LORICK presentation. At LORICK there were no elaborate sets or whimsical decorum as I’d hoped. Girls stood on white cubes in pairs and triples, modeling sixteen paired-down looks. Titled, Linear Dawn, the simple garments, low ponytails and blushing cheeks were pastoral and bucolic. The space was calm, eerily so with a strange echoing music. Long loose pants, heel-length bamboo knit skirts and an array of simple, loose dresses populated the collection. There were layers of colored mesh creating beautiful seaside hues of blue. One model even wore turquoise wire mesh butterfly wings and several girls wore stockings over their Dutch-style shoes. Things were intentionally turned inside out. See through pockets, sheer layering and inverted jewelry were just a few examples of the overt flip from outside in. It was the introspective and uncensored world of youth coupled with outward restraint. To this point the LORICK lady was described as one who, “…recreates her external environment to complement her internal space, instead of letting the outside world dictate her inner dialogue.”
To my meager understanding, the LORICK lady is one who does not contort herself to appease the outside world, but rather, twists the world to fit her interior thoughts and perspective.
And now as I write, I find myself drawing comparisons now between the youthful LORICK lady and my own swollen, bruised and sprained ankle. I am, literally, a fallen LORICK lady, attempting to twist the mayhem of fashion’s night out to accommodate my style: five-inch heels, golden dress, and Coach bag slung over one arm, hoofing it in Manhattan. With all do respect to the beautiful, rosy-cheeked LORICK lady, the outside world is a tough steer to wrangle, and perhaps this is something the LORICK lady knows, and which explains the calm, paired-down and dare I say, pragmatic ware.
All photos: Chris Puzio
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