Fashion Week had barely begun when I resigned to familiar disappointment in the Spring collections. But it has only taken three fine, compelling exhibitions for me to change my mind and embrace the new season, these collections being those shown at Rodarte, 3.1 Phillip Lim, and, now, Proenza Schouler.
Since the nascent stages of their brand, Lazaro and Jack's collections have consistently increased in saturation and fervor, most recently to a fault. Maturity had previously been bypassed for dynamic imagery—neon tie-dye, radical platforms, and spray paint, stovepipe trousers. But here, in Spring 2011, their art girl favors splendid dresses, slackened skirts, and refined pumps, and my heart is again won by Proenza Schouler, after seasons of flailing allegiance.
(Photos from nymag.com)