Bash Compactor: Monkey Business
The average passerby on Bergen Street last weekend would have had no idea that behind the unmarked door of the Brooklyn’s Red Lotus Room was an enclave of artists resurrecting the Bal des Quat’z’Arts, the Parisian carnival known for artistic selfindulgence and bacchanalian splendor. The Art Monkey’s Ball was an effort from Molly Crabapple, the
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The
beginning of my Fashion Week was spent mostly at the Bryant Park tents,
but as my confidence grew, I began to work my way onto some of the
offsite shows. Adam Lippes was supposed to show in the outdoor garden
of the Theological Seminary, but under the threat of rain, it was moved
into the building’s refectory, where the lack of air-conditioning
duplicated the humidity outdoors. Lippes’ use of white vicose tiered
dresses, crocheted jumpsuits and raffia tweed wrap skirts were super
casual. Like 30 pieces of incredibly high-end weekend wear, perfect for
the girl who chooses to spend $300 on something that can only be worn
to brunch. 