Alexander Wang

Alexander Wang shows are always events. First, they’re held in a warehouse miles from any form of public transportation. Here, all-black town cars are de rigueur. A mob of street-style photographers descends on the stylish and/or famous. This time, the famous include Alicia Keys and Kanye West, who are escorted in quickly, with security at their sides.

Inside, after sufficient time to either chat up or avoid those next to you, the lights go out and the last remaining paparazzo scurries off the catwalk, taking one final shot in the dark. Squares of white light appear on the concrete runway. The first girl stalks out. She wears a black leather poncho and stilettos with leather mudflaps. Kid Cudi arrives late, forcing Kanye to squeeze into his seatmate. More girls appear, in double-breasted blazers with padded lapels, sparkly lurex leggings with metallic shoes and coats that start in mohair and finish in satin as if the yarn has been spun into gold.

The models are fierce and walk quickly to the pounding beat. They’re all famous or soon-to-be: Lily Donaldson, Karolina Kurkova, Jac Jagaciak, Hanne Gaby Odiele and Natasha Poly, alongside antipodean rising stars Julia Nobis and Emily Baker. Each girl works the middle of the room, before doubling around each side and disappearing again.

The finale sees them all walk out once more in perfect unison, then leave. It’s over as quickly as it started. Alexander Wang waits a second until the applause has reached a crescendo then sprints down the center of the room, twirling wildly as he basks in the adulation. 

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