Standing in line at the front of the runway minutes before the sound of the horn and I am ushered back to my seats. “What, no view!?” I joke with the concierge. Back to my seat I go and for what a treat I sit. With Eckhaus Latta‘s newest pieces we are taken back to our schoolyard years. From the robes of royalty we’d find in the tickle trunk to the porridge gowns we were sporting for soup. Nostalgia with whiffs of new age grace. Delicate and misty hues collide with silver. Green dew, angled and bobbled in on itself. The sharp turns in these pieces will play with the viewer’s eye, collide with the empty space and ultimately burn in a heep of sophistication.
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