chloe walks on water and fashion shows are funny
it's funny to see models without heels, They look a little more human wearing metallic ballet flats that you'd maybe advise your friend against - but they're Chloe - she'd say. You'd agree that Chloe is infallible, that this brand can do no wrong, they turn out runway show after runway show the most perfect looking, positively stylish girl in the world. So she should get them. Whatever.
It's funny that Chloe shows in Miami where the models aren't quite the waifs they are in New York and Paris, there's a little more booty and thigh. They don't have the grungy-don't-care-pout totally mastered. Basically, the models, even for a Chloe show aren't great. And you know what? I like it that way. It's so Miami.
In Miami, there are events all year that no one who lives here really cares about. Swim Fashion Week is one of them. It's not enough traffic to clog up the MacArthur the way Basel does and there aren't enough parties for the club rats to pay attention. It's a tiny bubble of girls in bikinis walking down a hallway for fifteen minutes to songs like Icono Pop and Pharrell with Robin Thicke - at least that was the soundtrack to last night's Chloe show. Fashion shows are a funny thing. You can ask my boyfriend who I dragged to last year's Mara Hoffman show and Chloe this year. Every one pushes and shoves and wears outfits that are overly trendy but usually there's free booze (last night they served the Soho House's Picante - which happens to be my favorite cocktail on their menu, so it was a good night) and that makes it worth the staring and glaring of Miami's "fashion elite." I spend the whole time hoping someone would fall in the pool mid-show, but alas, no luck this time because that would have been really, really funny.
Let's talk about the swimsuits. Last year the show was a little more refined, the silhouettes were drop waisted and draped elegant beach wear, this year it was straight up swim style. It was a more practical approach to a runway show than one usually sees. Every single piece was something that anyone could slip on and walk the fifty yards from the Soho House into their adjacent beach, or better yet, the six inches into the pool. There was a no-nonsense practicality to these trimmed bikinis. There were even chanceltas for crying out loud!
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