A new designer to the motley Crying Tears gave us hip casual with kitsch, printed Chinese action stars on white T shirts festooned by cheetah bold printed pants, bold cashmere tops, ruffled collars and wool tights with zippers on the lapels. Certainly a designer willing to experiment and take risks, with some of the risks paying off. With sleek leather jackets, low slung pants and models who probably dressed like this in their spare time the outfits were charming and were trying very hard to be holier than thou which in essence in another 2 seasons they certainly will be.
Finally God (Godet) answered our prayers and the twin visage of Alex McCord and Simon Van Kempen greeted the weary and nearly empty world of Steinway studios. As Dee Vasquez now implored guests to take the half empty front row seats, hardly anyone budged and we all stared at the shock presence of Alex and Simon who appeared to be rather well fed. They both mentioned something about being famous media whores and how much Brooklyn really meant to them (of course if it really meant something to them they would have turned up 4 hours earlier when they were supposed to…) and then after sheepishly looking at their feet introduced the next delicious disaster- Terri Stevens who simply bored the hell out of us and should never have been invited in the first place. Boring, trite and save for the occasional gold sequined jacket, a complete waste of time and aggravated assault on the audiences sensibilities.
At last the real hero, Derek Warburton came out to congratulate us for being good sports and to remind us that he was a successful media whore who had managed to galvanise attention to various causes and mention despite how horrible the world had suddenly become, especially for his 64 year old uncle Gerald(?), one still had to have courage. Brushing aside my tears, I listened attentively to Derek explain how he had made it in this awful world and that if we gave enough homage to disparaged youth we might be able to rescue them too (assuming a budget still exists for public education next week, something Derrick to his credit did manage to point out).
The world is mean and Derek knows it, but he is a living legend and all the photos prove it, and once again I paused to search for my hanky, but by now it was already wet with mildew and perspiration courtesy of the lack of ventilation in the room. But Derik, you really are game and Scallywag loves you!