Fortune favors the bold—the boldly printed, that is. The streets and avenues of New York City were a spectacle of color, prints, and DIY patterns for the sixth day of New York Fashion Week. (Can you believe it's almost over?!) Between the luxe designer threads to folks keeping punk alive by adding their own touches to denim jackets and pants, yesterday's street style was a triumph of optics, illusion, and color. No shade to color blocking, but there's power in prints—even if they're graphic screen prints. Pictures say a thousand words; prints and your demeanor when wearing them say a thousand more. On to the next!
Missed day five? Look no further.
It takes skill to find a hat that perfectly matches the accent color on your jumpsuit.
Jump them bones.
Question: Is it a harness, a backpack, or top?
Answer: All of the above.
Wintour is coming.
The Pink Ladies take NYFW.
Old Hollywood glamour, darling.
Paris Hilton runs the world.
The prettiest princess dress we ever did see.
There's nothing quite as soothing like the feel—and sound—of corduroy in the fall.
Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow.
"Liberal, miserable, and cynical" is the new "stressed, depressed, but well-dressed."
It's fate that the cement truck in the background matches this perfect blue dye job.
This might be our first RompHim sighting!
Get you a power suit that says you're playful and intimidating.
Hey, how'd you know who and what I love, huh?
If Marie Antoinette were around today, these would probably be in her footwear arsenal.
DIY denim until we die.
A sensible sassy tassel moment.
Thigh high and super fly.
TFW your friend tells you there's plenty of other fish in the sea.
An expert execution of the pants under skirt look.
Of course Coco Rocha found a bike to match her Fendi.
The only blues we want are power blues. The only green we have right now is envy.
This is what the kids call "twinning," right?
Very lunar.
Mia Moretti and the art of making a subtle statement.
Whatever forever.
That's some damn good denim.
Tomorrow never came.
Paisley, not lazy.
