New York Fashion Week, Day 3: Blue Velvet

We couldn’t shake the feeling that, through the slices and dices of Alexander Wang’s peekaboo, cut-and-paste fall foray, Dorothy Vallens from Blue Velvet was going to walk out muttering about the film’s titular material and begging us to hit her. And maybe offering some congratulations. The multi-layered collection of variably cropped pinstripe bondage blazers, ribbed chenille leg warmers, and curved velvet dresses just screamed of the vulnerable objet de sexe. Joseph Altuzarra’s outing of strong shouldered, tightly cleaved leather and fur jackets and scissored velvet LBDs had the distantly naughty yet controlled feeling of a feline Michelle Pfeiffer. Even the sweet aesthetic of United Bamboo was no match for the ladies of the night, as the duo’s typically sunny palette was kept moody and dark. The predominately office-ready collection of suiting separates and cocktail dresses felt distinctly Mortisha-esque.