Oh, Diane! Do you know your customer! There is a reason why certain designers stand the test of time, why they become icons of a generation. And it’s not necessarily the reason you might think. It’s because they manage to create art in way that is interesting, but easily digested by the general public. Warhol, for example, and his soup can. It was interesting, it gave pause for wonder, but was so non-threatening as to be something each person could basically claim to like. So it is with Diane Von Furstenburg: that queen of the wrap dress and bastion of upper middle class women’s sportswear.
This collection was yet another beautiful, utterly wearable, cohesive display of this designer’s point of view. Pops of primary color were tempered with cream and navy for a suggestion of Americana that can be donned by the fantasy woman of indiscriminate age we all long to be. What begins as a rather sober, if not, classic Furstenburg, catwalk display gives way to a sort of new age aesthetic that is still very much her own. Bright neon, touches of metal and flattering silhouettes paired resort with spring to perfection. Style.com references a mashup of Morocco mixed with Manhattan, and if there was a better, or more appropriate, metaphor for all of these looks, it would be in this review.
Honorable mention is given to looks number 1, 14, 24, 5 and 7. But only Diane could have created look 40 and pulled it off. What is essentially a silk toga in washed out citrus and mauve hues is complemented by a pair of metallic, Caribbean blue pants that will keep you looking in that fascinated, Warhol-producing way of wonder.