District L

The FFaNY Show has come and passed and thousands of pairs of shoes have been cleared out of The Hilton Club this evening. After a jam-packed week of showroom-hopping and note-taking, I am finally able to cherish a fleeting moment of reflection and relaxation before the weekend officially commences.

Mulling over the newest direction for our lasting seventies revival, it’s hard to ignore the shimmery, disco-esque themes adorning most high platforms and broader heels. Jeffrey Campbell glitz and emphatic Pour la Victoire shapes induced a case of Night Fever that may only be cured by a shot of daytime color. Brighter palettes in patterned fabrics will garnish your feet during brunching hours, as the flower-children of yesteryear try shouting at Siri from the next table over.

But tonight, dip into late-seventies decadence, as demonstrated by the December issue of W Magazine:

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When people tell me to "relax," I tend to have the opposite reaction. It usually starts with your snide smirk and "pump-the-breaks" hand gesture. And it always ends with me spending the next four days contemplating how to kill you and make it look like an accident.

The thing is, my personality is completely incapable of relaxation. Maybe it was the hours of intensive ballet instruction during my formative years or the footwear that always keeps me on my toes. Whatever the case may be, I'm usually wound tighter than a pair of Jeffrey Campbell combats, constantly hovering on the matrix between unrivaled gusto and extreme obstinacy - and I hate when someone suggests that I behave differently.

That being said, relaxation was ever-so-gently implied this season, again and again. This trend of "urban ease," although somewhat of an oxymoron, was communicated in a way that was refreshingly comprehensible and not at all condescending. Soft layers in calm palettes were trimly draped for a casual-but-polished look. The runway soundtracks were comfortably upbeat with songs like "Go Outside" by Cults at the top of the list.

Geometric shapes, cutouts, and varying hemlines offered enough movement and interest to satisfy my restlessness - proof that next season's trends extend beyond provincial complacency.

So...reeee-lax. It's all going to be okay.

Sergio Davila

Nomia

Kaelen

Son Jung Wan

Samantha Pleet

Daryl K.

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