I have an addiction to wearing metal.

Something about the solid, rigid sparkle is so intensely alluring that it mandates to be adorned on sashaying fabrics, on muscled bodices, contrasting so bluntly with both cotton and blood. Juxtaposition has always been a theme I live life by, so the contrast is no surprise.

An invitation to America’s metal couturier’s show at New York Fashion Week (NYFW) satiated this very craving. Laure DeWitt, having been published in many outlets worldwide with designs for the likes of Nicki Minaj, Mila Jovovich and Beyonce, introduced yet another offbeat line in the world of haute. It’s bravado and (literally) solid punch was reminiscent in its art and craft of the edgy emotion behind Namilia from Made.

Her new collection with denim, leather, knits, and above all metal. Incorporating chains in dresses, chain webbing in corsets, and heavy studded detail on jackets, she created a shockingly sharp and breathtakingly beautiful collection.

Dewitt’s collection comprised of a lot of hand-crochet metal, redefining the idea of clothing and layering. She truly knew how to manipulate metal into new fabric, all the way from lacing spools of chains together, dangling trinkets from metal spheres, or plaquing on metal shapes onto tough clothing. Even psychedelic would be an understatement to the sensuality of this collection.

Some favorites included a Western cowboy style metal jacket complete with red roses and gold metal, making it a statement unlike any other. As well as a womenswear black jacket with chunky chain fringes with a crochet skirt, pairing the classic vendetta combination of black and gold.

Not forgetting a boy in a golden crown and a fur lined denim jacket, an entirely amiable and ape-worthy look for my personal wardrobe and lookbook.

From red to silver, with a lot of blacks and golds, the models continued to slowly sashay through the venue, tinkling and clanking at every step like newly wed brides or like arousing omens. One couldn’t help but watch sans blinking.

Held at 1 Oak New York, a neon staple in New York’s promiscuous nightlife, standing for the phrase ‘One of a Kind’. The collection had dim lit motifs of women, innocence, animals as a backdrop to the sharp metal was yet another feather in the cap. For the radiant, risque and almost dangerous clothing fit well with the nightlife crowd of brats, nocturnal beings, artists, designers, agents and entertainers.

 

Being a dessertaholic, I was thrilled to see a table with a literal crowning glory: a cupcake tower topped with a golden crown!

Supplementing the colorful cupcakes with sugar embossed logos of Dewitt were cake pops in a trio of classic kid flavors, and red velvet cookies. These were by BCakeNY, who whimsically proclaimed that anything can BCake. Matching the theme of gold and red, with touches of pink and froth cream, the choice of indulgent dessert was a testament to the blurring lines between nightlife, sugar, gourmet and sex.

Could desserts really be the next cocktail? For yours truly picked cakepops over cocktails during the entire event. Sporting a crown as King for the duration of it, too.

Clad in a Roberto Cavalli sweater, an Armani shirt and my staple RetroSuperFuture sunglasses, I whisked through the clinking glasses and models, inhaling the effortlessly sexy ambiance with a Moschino accessory for conversation-sparking nightlife company.

This included a foray backstage into another sensual, psychedelic area.

With lucid dreams, blurred lines between fashion, nightlife and food, one thing was strengthened even more clearly: my love for metal.