Daphne Guinness
Venue | Daphne Guinness By Avram FinkelsteinThe Guinness Walk-In.
If you gave up on the lines at the Metropolitan's Alexander McQueen blockbuster earlier this year, you might want to check out the Daphne Guinness show at FIT. Smaller, sure, but twenty McQueens are plenty when they're punctuated with Chanel couture, Gareth Pugh showstoppers, and a trove of cantilevered platforms. In its own quiet way this tour of Guinness' closet is more complex than the other fashion spectacles we've been inundated with. For starters, it's personal - like reading a love letter over someone's shoulder. It's completely subjective, a move curators tend to shy away from. It's of, by, and for fashion die-hards, and packed with insinuations about the sexual power of the 19th Century sleeve and the modernity of the chopine. But mostly, it's a portrait of a generation, one possibly in decline, though that is not why you should consider this show. Not because Guinness is a style icon from her skunk-striped twist to her lobster claw heels, or because she's pals with the brightest fashion minds of the past three decades. It's because you may never again get this close to a silk cloak so transparent it looks like you're draped in water.



