By Jamee Gregory
Arriving in the big tent for Bill Blass’ show, my expectations were high. It would be hard to top Naeem Khan’s amazing 11:00 presentation with gorgeous evening gowns and shimmering cocktail dresses. Could young Peter Som channel the great American master of fashion and still be true to himself? Would he capture the zippy urban-chic dynamic, the covered-up but sexy, snappy Blass style?
Since Som had worked for Bill and currently designs his own terrific line, the odds were good. A lot was riding on his shoulders. As the seats filled, I found myself seated next to Som’s charming parents. “Have you seen the collection?” I asked. “Oh no, his father replied. He has been so busy that it will be a surprise for us, as well.”
We were all in the dark together. Mrs. Som had her camera poised.
As the workers began to pull the covering off the runway and the lights dimmed, one could feel hundreds of expectant eyes turning. As soon as the music started and the first crisp black and white group marched before me, I knew it was a hit. The adorable white blouses with black bows and high collars were both Peter and Bill at their best. The crisp bird’s eye wool alpaca coat and long elegant blazer instantly reflected Blass’ love of beautiful men’s’ wear fabrics.
The sharply sculpted grain de poudre pants, the beautifully tailored tuxedo, the shimmering jacquard dress with a full skirt were perfection. The tailored shapes were chic and classic. Vests of emerald fox were luxurious and youthful. A topaz-blue ostrich feather top over an ombre emerald satin gazar pleated skirt was typical of the unique combinations that gave Som’s designs an edge.
Suddenly I felt gripped by fashion fever! This collection was a home run! My blood was running faster, my passion had kicked into over-drive. The Tiffany blue pen in my hand was circling number after number. My poor husband, Peter, was in trouble.
I wanted the horizontal-striped cocktail dress covered in soft, shimmering paillettes, the grey flannel full skirt with silver stripes, the divine olive strapless with multi-colored paillettes, the adorable amethyst and black curled ostrich dress that danced with each step taken by its model, and most of all the divine, diaphanous white embroidered ostrich gown that also moved with each breath taken by the slender mannequin as she made her way along the runway. The latter was so lovely that one would have to chair a dance or give an extravagant party just to do the gown justice.
The audience was on its feet, clapping loudly. I wanted to rush back and congratulate Peter. Waiting on line with Tinsley Mortimer, Peter’s great friend and muse, we both agreed that the collection was terrific. She lusted after the beautiful backless white ruffled top, with its high collar and face-flattering ruffled cascade that looked fresh and sensual over black trousers, skirts, and as a dress with a criss-crossed back.
Bergdorf’s elegant Linda Fargo, Hilary Geary Ross and Mary Alice Stephenson were all admiring. Som succeeded in appealing to a wide variety of ladies.
I think BB himself would be pleased with the direction taken by this dashing young designer. I’d like to send out the word to all of Blass’ ladies: Rush to Saks and Bergdorf’s the minute these clothes hit the sales floor! Peter Som’s parents can relax. Their son is a super star!
Couldn’t wait to board my Jet Blue flight to Palm Beach! Nothing beats leaving frigid New York and landing in sunny Florida in time for lunch on the loggia of Hilary and Wilbur Ross's beautiful home. Being model houseguests, my husband and I head off to Worth Avenue, leaving our hosts to a little private time before the weekend festivities began. |