As we gathered at Milk Studios for Erin by Erin Fetherston, the crowd got a little heated—literally. Fortunately, fashion folks don't sweat; it's one of the prerequisites for entering the industry, right behind an aversion to practical footwear. When we and the rest of the pituitary mutants finally made our way into the showroom, cool air and a harpist playing in a sequined gown welcomed us. This, we knew, would be a classy affair.
And it was. After all, they were serving miniature macaroons. The models stood before a subtly sparkling slate grey wall and their eyes were painted to match. The background was understated; the collection, however, was something a little more.
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