Lady Blaga attends Leanne Marshall

FAVE!!!! This show knocked my Spanx off, and that's no easy feat. I mean, I've pulled muscles wrestling with that shit. This collection was so many things: feminine, flowy, sexy, angular, delicate, bright, timeless glamour mixed with sharp, modern cuts. When fashion reviews use so many words, it sounds like the writer is sitting there with a thesaurus, piling on the verbiage to distract from the fact that they have no clue what they're talking about. But Lady Blaga was enraptured and totally focused, as I am in all aspects of my life.

The pieces were so wonderfully lady like, and honoring of a female body, yet at the same time there was a clear "don't fuck with me, I'm no idiot" feel. Pretty but powerful. Aware of my feminine wiles. I'm here to have fun, but make no mistake, I'm running the show here. The wonderful jelly bean colors were delightful. My favorite was the bright, burst of sunshine yellow line, particularly the cutout two piece pants outfit with the billowy sleeves and diamond shape ab cutouts. I'd wear that in a heartbeat, and I'm certain every eye on the room would pop out of its socket. But you know what? I wouldn't even care about that, since I'd feel like a million bucks in it on my own.

The footwear was rad! Sea foam greens, bright whites, super chic affairs on the feet. It was thrilling to see plus size models too. Major points for celebrating all shapes and sizes. Oranges, teals, hot pinks, black too, all lent itself to a tropical paradise. The pieces would be perfect for the tropical trip of your lifetime, but can easily kick ass right here in the urban , harder to impress concrete jungle of NYC, bless her lil heart. The mix of strength and femininity was killer. That is a Blaga point of pride, so I look for that in how I dress. I felt at this show like how I felt as a kid, standing on the edge of one of those brightly colored plastic ball pits; I wanted to dive right in and be buried in color and sensation.

Leanne, take me with you!

As for my ensemble to this show, it worked perfectly with that formula of lady killer. A feathery, flirty Carven miniskirt. A cropped vinyl zipper top, under a gold and black striped fitted Sonia Rykiel blazer. Sleeves up, collar popped, of course. My vintage, real deal bowler hat cocked jauntily to the side (I just wanted to use that phrase). That was a Vegas purchase, from a vintage treasure chest called Suzy Creamcheese. I wear it a ton. I loved it with the round Krewe sunnies. I felt a bit like Yoko. Gold Anya Hindmarch potato chip bag, named as such since it was inspired by chips. Really! Orange traffic cone kitten heels by Manolo, to really stop traffic. And so I could avoid needing to amputate my feet. Always a plus!  This look was a drop dominatrix ring master. Why not, right? I love that even though it was black based, it had a great mix of textures and patterns, which translated as richly interesting. No basic black here whatsoever. Cirque de Fashion Week was the hottest ticket in town, yo.
 

photography credit-

Matt IG-  @usukumah

Ana Teixeira IG- @tayshayra

Vlad VP visuals IG- @vpvisuals

Andrew Werner IG- @andrewwerner