Thank god for Russia.
I can always count on Russian Fashion Week to show me attire appropriate for a wide variety of occasions, from foraging in a post-nuke wasteland to slinking about the Enterprise with an eye toward villainy. The grim, slightly menacing outlook of the shows are such a contrast to the relentlessly upbeat prettiness/sexiness I have to wade through with NYFW to get to anything interesting.
This tickles me on so many levels. It hits my 1990s-grungy-thrifting bone, along with my knitted-winter-hats-go-with-everything aesthetic. And, of course, this zombie-ish makeup is something I wish were societally acceptable as an workplace look.
Screw waiting for civilization to crumble. I want to wear this outfit now. I already have the boots and a black dress I can tatter (that’s also about what it looks like when I try to put on eye makeup).
I have no idea what the hell is going on here. They look like they’re LARPing TRON in homemade costumes.
Star Trek villainess. I love that the designer made his models look like aliens.
Even without the masky/ headressy thing, this is awesome. Like a motorcycle ball gown from the future. Totally a winter formal look for Auntie Entity.
While reading The Hunger Games, this is sort of how I imagined the Capitol residents dressing. Odd shapes and weird, extravagant details.
A visitor from a parallel universe that hailed Adam Ant as their god.
Like a drugged-up 1970s housewife just woke up from her bender and found herself in a barren wasteland populated by cave people.
Hits my hooded-gown sweet spot.