NYFW: All Comes From Nothing Fall/Winter ’18 Runway Show

NYFW: All Comes From Nothing Fall/Winter ’18 Runway Show

Valentine’s Day is best spent with the one you love but this year, I was lucky enough to start the day with what I love — a good runway show.  Separated from the army of New Yorkers outside who scurried to work, the throng of people five stories above buzzed, too.  The Fall/Winter 2018 collection from All Comes From Nothing would soon be unveiled, and the studio was packed.

 

The debut date was not a coincidence.  Eva Xu, ACFN’s designer equipped with a MFA degree from School of the Art Institute of Chicago, named this season’s collection “LOVE IS ONLY GOLD.”  In part, Austrian painter Gustav Klimt was responsible; his paintings Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I (alternatively, “Woman in Gold”) and Love and Embrace propelled Xu’s creativity.  Her collection echoed the painter’s golden tones and, fitting for Valentine’s Day, featured hues of red.

 

 

 

The first model walked the runway in a burgundy pantsuit made of a velvet-like material.  It was a relaxed fit on her frame, save for the one large, black button that joined the blazer its the center to give her waist some structure.  A pair of shiny silver stilettos were the finishing touch in an outfit that reflected the collection in its entirety.  The drive behind ACFN was to create a women’s wear line for creative lifestyles and in “LOVE IS ONLY GOLD,” Xu wanted to capture the androgyny of Klimt’s depiction of the Greek gods.  This first look set the stage for a collection that balanced modernity with creativity, and masculinity with femininity.

 

 

 

With models donning a range of silhouettes — from red, boxy blazers to black, wispy gowns — this balance became more apparent as the show continued.

 

 

 

The final look was a black gown with a metallic, pleated skirt, paired with an oversized black blazer.  It was an accordant end to a show that managed to balance the polarity of masculinity and femininity.  After a show that extraordinary, it was almost odd to go back to the ordinary — five floors down, scurrying along with the rest of New York.