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Byline: Andre Leon Talley
What do women really want? It's something known as beautiful. Beautiful could be the sheer simplicity of head-to-toe white; beautiful could be an inverted tulip skirt of pink faille (don't call it a pouf!) worn with a simple white T-shirt. If you are asking, as my favorite TV pundit, Nancy Grace of Court TV, does, "What the hay is going on?"-well, beautiful is going on.
The New York spring collections were all about full-stop optimism and hope, all things bright and beautiful: the softest makeup palettes; hair that moved gently like there was a breeze in the room; and a whole lot of really pretty dresses.
The word beautiful crystallized in my mind as I walked from the West Side Highway to Marc Jacobs's show space on Pier 54: Ten thousand white roses, in industrial buckets and bins, lined the pathway. Inside, the party planner Raul Avila had constructed an archway from 500,000 more pink and white roses. Through the archway strutted Marc's girls, in strapless dresses with the smoothest construction and most brilliant colors. Christina Aguilera sang out over the sound system, over and over again: "I am beautiful no matter what they say. . . ."
RITES OF SPRING