For the first time in a long time, I don’t know how I feel about a collection. Amy Currie’s new Lydia Deetz-inspired line is the epitome of creepy cute, so I should love it, right? But something about it holds me back from swooning–I think I like the idea far more than the application.
Let me start off by saying, it certainly does not fail at being creepy. But when I hear a designer is taking notes from Beetlejuice, awkward dog illustrations are the last thing on my mind. Even so, I can’t necessarily hold that against it–I have to give the designer credit for indulging in the unexpected.
I don’t, however, need to give the designer credit for her odd choice of fabrics (casual rompers made of white silk? no…). And are we still not done with Peter Pan collars? Blahh…
Anyhow, Currie has created a collection that has undoubtedly managed to catch my attention, and even somewhat confuse me. I don’t hate it, but there aren’t any pieces I’d actually want to wear myself. I think I’ll kindly keep my distance and admire this quirky collection from afar.
