The idea of being dressed by a gentleman is seductive enough these days when overproduced fashion shows leave us struggling to see the clothes through the self-promoting hijinks. Coupled with the intimacy of a Norell-inspired presentation (think those 50’s film scenes where the designer and a select few view the new collection close up and personal), the scene was irresistible. In other words, Victor Alfaro had us at hello.
Stepping into his Flatiron studio, you immediately understand after a 10-year hiatus he has returned to focus on his craft and his clientele, one look around the room and it’s clear he is still a fashion darling. The A-team from Barney’s, Vogue, Vanity Fair, Harper’s Bazaar and more mingled through the modern space impeccably set for this quiet affair with fresh green grass boxes, signature abstract paintings and clean white walls.
Of course, what really matters this morning is his clothes—beautifully crafted, touched with intellect and woven with texture. This is a collection with no expiration date, where pieces have that “I-can-wear-this-for-the-rest-of-my-life” feeling and “never-look-dated” attitude. If luxury is comfort, as the designer defined it out loud, then his limited edition knits certainly snuggle right in. Sumptuous wool and mohair blended separates, fine double-faced wool tunics, all kinds of shapes languid and unexpected draped in a most wearable way.
The models walked out in rich classic shades of black, grey, cream, navy and Bordeaux, who wears magenta or citrine sweaters anyway? Eye-catching ribbed leggings and leg warmers provided that cool, casual, even playful twist to the sophisticated looks that prevailed. If you’re tall and athletic, all the better, if you’re somewhat imperfect, like most of us, these are brilliant camouflage thanks to the absence of tight cuts and flimsy fabrics that stretch out (a la vintage Rodarte). In fact, his crepe jumpsuit might the only silhouette of its kind that is forgiving, slimming and sensuous too. Other highlights include a fabulous winter coat begging to be slipped on with its Mongolian lamb collar, leather lapel and down filled feminine silhouette.
Thank you Victor. Lovely to see you again.
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About the Author:
Anne Breza lives in Brooklyn. As an editor/writer at Elle, Glamour, Harper's Bazaar, Los Angeles Magazine, Self, WWD, she has seen it all... but is always looking for the next brilliant star.