Trying to understand the nuance, to an MNZ first-timer, can be like cracking a code. Here is Susan Cianciolo, the godmother of all Lower East Side style, in a plaid scarf wrapped around her head (“very Susan,” approves Zadeh), and a leather, boxy skirt set (“not Susan at all,” she contrasts). To her and her community, that awkwardness is everything. Putting Drake Burnette in a slender ringer tee and charismatic long pencil skirt means something.
Lexie Smith’s sheer butter-colored trousers under a sort of uncanny work dress are intentional; layering coats for Angel Prost mimics Prost’s own magpie style. On the whole, these clothes come with a gentle hand feel, lent by shell buttons on a lichen short sleeve shirt and the Sharpie-drawn logo on a tee.
So you see that handing Cole Mohr that towel really matters because it suggests that Mohr, just like the other dozens of people on the MNZ runway, has a life off of it. Amidst a wonky New York season, Zadeh is the rare—and getting rarer!—designer that makes clothing for a legitimate New York City life.
(Another candidate, Mike Eckhaus, was in her front-row today.) Does it make telling the difference between her models and her audience a little difficult? Yes. But what a great problem for a designer to have.