Its been a good ten twelve days and I sat on it to avoid the “knee jerk” most of the oldies dread. But its amazing how everyone else sort of avoids the ones who miss the aesthetic boat. I had the chance of skimming through PSFW2016 coverage and it felt like reading script of PTV everything is hunky dory pretty rosy. Where is the opinion? Here are few of the misses that I found too glaring obvious not to list.
Zara Shahjahan’s rose hued sacks walked a thin line between indie bohemian and looking homeless, although cleverly styled with bangles and bags, I fail to imagine Pakistani women wearing these voluminous long pieces with little definition for waist, thighs or any other flattering body part. However It could be plus- size maternity wear at this best. Oh that tunic that looked uncannily similar to Misha Lakhani’s well let’s just say its habit from prints to this. why bother explaining.
Sana Safinaz’s Sugar Rush was akin to French patisserie selling Dingdong gum, it is understandable that sports-luxe is a big international trend but how does an eveningwear brand like Oscar De la Renta present clothes that looked more like Kimora lee Simmon’s Baby Phat line. The sequins were too lurid, the white was too bright, the flowers got lost in the way. But thank god all the it-girls and china dolls wore it the next day.
Feeha Jamshed’s Bob Squad also faced irk of copying accusation for the head illustration looking too similar to Alice and Olivia’s design. But remove the edgy blunt bobs and glasses; the garish big prints are little more than pop art gift wrapping paper. Adding to that 70s silhouettes was like standing on a chair to raise one’s IQ.
Sublime by Sara Shahid exhaled all the pastel banality that there is in the universe. Whereas the finishing of the mostly plain slinky draped pieces was exceptionally neat, the plainness of it all left one as bored as a blind guy watching a silent movie. Like a giant pot of oatmeal it needed some fruit or something if you know what I mean.
Maria B ‘s press writeup describes her luxury collection to be of dove and “cappuccino” colored. Well I certainly needed some cappuccinos to stay up amidst the short and long of it. Why must a designer parade all the skillset of its employees. I now know her people can make every silhouette under the sun but I certainly don’t know what the brand stands for besides being very mediocre and produccing too-eager-to-please designs.
Saira Shakira’s hard to pronounce Ystatis was equally hard to digest. The collection although featured interesting employment of print and draping, but like new-money affluent folks marinating in perfume, all the pieces had embellishment barfed over them. One is left tight lipped, teeth gritting filled with a sense of guilt what is left there to say.
Nickie Nina’s ‘Flechazo’ apparently took inspiration from agility and strength of Spanish matadora. With tacky styling and wishy-washy desi clothes distastefully married to a foreign theme the struggle was real. Having fancy collection themes and not translating them is like putting lipstick on your head to “make-up” your mind .
Another such schizophrenic design casuality was HSY’ “Be Yourself” where he tried to embrace individuality starting with a video along the lines of will smith starrer Hitch.Clothes were rather schizophrenic because besides the color palette nothing stood in the same tandem, there were eclectic, luxurious ochre, rich greens, inky blue and pinks.I loved the jacket with sequined wings on Bilal Ashraf but how did it all fit in? Who are these people?
Nomi Ansari’s Joyride was his usual eclectic kitschy self with use of Mexican skulls, smiley faces, multitude of badges glaringly poking fun at minimalism and restraint. He could very well be Pakistan’s answer to Jeremy Scott’s Moschino and you could quote me on this. To borrow a line from The Gloss :”While there were some highlights, a significant part of the collection just read as tacky for the sake of being tacky”
Khaadi Khaas‘s Translucent built upon the asymmetrical forms in nature where solid and sheer fabric presented the juxtaposition; but leaving the fancy verbose aside there was little to write home about besides the jewelry and the footwear. Clothes were like shoddy abstracts sold disguised as modern art. Whatever kind of look they were going for, they missed. So much so that in my head Khaadi now has become brand of rare originality. Its rare when they show any!
Need I say more? Who was the worst according to you, let me know in the comments below.