WWD FALL 2017 Review

February 2017, FW17 by Kristi Garced

There weren’t any live models at Sally LaPointe’s presentation (she preferred the word “installation”). Instead, she tapped videographer Alvaro Colom to create larger-than-life video projections of models posing, dancing and flipping their hair in looks from her decadent fall collection. The short-form videos, 16 in all, lined two walls in a stark gallery space in SoHo, where dim lighting and electronic music set a dark, sexy mood.

“Intimacy is the word we kept using,” LaPointe said of her vision for the season. “We wanted to invoke this voyeuristic allure that draws people in — that feeling where you know you shouldn’t be looking but you can’t quite look away.” Her looks were also displayed on mannequins in the back of the room, where guests could touch and see the full scope of LaPointe’s attention to detail. “We take pride in the fact that our clothes are well made and we wanted to showcase that. It’s sort of modern, with the videos, and then old-fashioned at the same time,” she said of the format.

It’s a skill to pile on embellishments the way LaPointe does without ever veering into tacky territory, and she has mastered it. The collection brimmed with modern, sculpted silhouettes, graphic colorblocking and sex appeal. Silver sequins, big and small, decorated her skinny trousers and slinky midiskirts, and she also rendered a nifty silver nylon fabric into a cool trenchcoat and trousers. Her signature cashmere-and-fox-fur sweaters were back again, here paired with drapy velvet pants and transparent mesh skirts. Ostrich feather peplums decorated a leopard-printed blazer and, in the evening category, a sculptural sequin halter gown with a high slit.

The looks bore an in-your-face, unapologetic glamour that never felt overdone. It was captured well in one video, where a blonde model wore a lush camel fox-fur coat, belted at the waist, with black patent-leather knee boots. She twirled in slow motion, staring boldly into the camera, puffing cigarette smoke out of her mouth, as if to say, “Can I help you, sir?”