Tory Burch | NYFW SS 2017
Admit it. You love a little Bee Gees now and then, and when better for comfort music than a 9 a.m. show? We’re not talking a “Disco Inferno,” but rather thoughts of going home, to “Massachusetts,” with which Tory Burch opened her show.
Home, comfort, familiarity, that’s what Burch had in mind in delving into a feisty, upbeat exploration of East-meets-West. In the American sense, that is, as she populated her runway with New England prepsters and California bohemians, and they fused swimmingly, into a cohesive whole. See, we really can all get along!
Burch’s sun rose in the East, starting with Yank-ified tropes from, she wrote in her program notes, “hostess chic to cool prep.” That meant high-intensity color and pattern: kelly green, rope prints, snazzy checks, an exploded garden rose in — what else? — bright pink. It all turned up in clothes pulsing with good-looking, sporty ease — jaunty blazer over cropped pants; short, easy-breezy skirts and dresses, and, for the glam pool party, printed bras over long skirts in matched and unmatched variations.
This girl’s West Coast counterpart — or are they alter egos? — proved more of a free spirit, one given to batik prints, patchwork florals and romantic boho dresses, including two with full, billowing sleeves. At sportier moments, she channeled her inner Ali MacGraw, in a pair of skirts that nodded to the Southwest, one in an Aztec-derived print worn with an embroidered tunic and the other, multicolored macramé with a ruffled suede top.
From either perspective, Burch’s ethos was grounded in a pragmatic approach to dressing well; bells and whistles trump function. Which is not to say she’s immune to moments of amusement. She closed the show with a look that drew equally from her bi-coastal exploration, a colorful batik skirt and trim cardigan with seafaring patches: sailor, sailboat, the state of Maine. Because not everyone goes home to Massachusetts.