Cut 25 jacket, T by Alexander Wang sweater, DANNIJO necklaces, Tibi skirt, Hue tights, Proenza Schouler purse, Burberry wedges. Photos via The Cut, Patrick McMullan.

You asked, here it is: a look at the conquests of my fashion week outfit(s.) While this only from the of chronicles day one, I’ll post whatever becomes readily available whenever it does. Evidently, I am massively off trend as not one single show yet this season has previewed a skirt any shorter than knee length. The rest of this composition is pretty simple: turn my shoe laces into ankle cuffs, pin a water bug brooch compliments of the Tony Duquette x Coach collection to my purse, adorn my arms with parties to weigh them down until biceps start materializing et voila: fashion week. To my right in photo one, notice pervert in crime, Rachel Strugatz’s Jennifer Fisher arm party hiding under a mountain of mongolian fur. Okay now, that’s all I got. More show updates soon. Follow my ass on twitter or tumblr for real time updates from a real time mobile device.

As it happens, I was right on day one. If only I had more than two hands to properly gesticulate how many times I’ve heard (er, or said,) ”we have to get together after fashion week!” It’s a crime, really. But this isn’t about the mere mortals seated next to the runways, this is about the copious goodness that has thus far walked on them. And while this is called a Friday recap, let me begin by taking you back to Thursday night, where a star studded front row at Cynthia Rowley‘s unveiling of fall enjoyed mini bottles of prosecco equipped with obligatory straw. It’s the little things.

And here you have it: a military green monochrome look topped with a boyfriend fit overcoat and fancy jeweled choker compliments of our own: DANNIJO. To the right, while not the work of Danielle and Jodie, strategic spurts of embellished sequins and crystals adorned several of these looks. Not photographed here: a satin jumpsuit. Also not photographed here: leather overalls. Impressive indeed.

And following in no particular order: Jason Wu. This collection was wildly interesting to watch: the usual ladylike silhouettes and bold but elegant structured dresses of Wu took a turn for the bad ass in perhaps his darkest collection yet. The color palette included another homage to that military green, burgundy, and bright red. The collection as whole rendered military inspired but not in the hey, cool anorak sense of that word. I’m talking lieutenant general at ranking ceremony. Do also note, gorilla arms are still relevant.

This brings me to Rag & Bone, not necessarily in conjunction with gorilla arms but because both collections previewed a vintage looking brocade floral print designed unlike the curtains your grandmother turned into a bolero. It’s rough, it’s edgy, it rags, no boning. This collection was about layering, a flood of copper adorned the opening looks while more plays on prints and textures in muted color schemes that ran from oranges and reds to browns, blacks, greys strung through the rest of the collection.

And while we’re talking layering: here’s to Rebecca Taylor. This collection too was a nice departure from the flimsy and girly nature of Taylor’s usual design aesthetic. The overall vibe felt nineties grunge, a look I haven’t been ready to see let go. Details to note: ear pieces that extended from the lobe to the cartilage, harem-esque tights, and the important question: “are those chihuahua on my feet or am I walking?” posed and answered some twenty times.

From one Rebecca to another: while you may remember last night’s short homage to the Theophilus London performance at Rebecca Minkoff, there’s something to be said about the clothes too. To the left, a brocade pant suit fit for a repeller, where every eve is New Years Eve and to the right: I’m not sure if you’ve picked up on this trend just yet perusing these images, but alas: a peplum. I’d speculated last month while looking back at Kenzo that peplums over pants may be moving up the anatomical ladder et voila. Present at Wu, Doo.Ri, Rebecca Taylor, Minkoff and finally, from my favorite collection shown thus far:

Peter Som. Let’s see how many more shows we can throw into the genre with the progression of this week. Som was like walking in a winter wonderland. Think thick, lush and bright multi-colored furs, leather harem pants. The brilliant use of fabric and silhouette was complimented well by the sprinkling of organza, tweed, silk and wool. Ultimately though, the a-ha moment of yestermorning was a tribute to the mullet dress, a silhouette I’d thought may be nearing its end.

Alas, I am elated I was wrong.

Runway soundtracks are typically a show’s best trip, the music sets a mood and gets on lookers in gear. At Rebecca Minkoff on Friday, though, the runway soundtrack standard saw a new level set. Sitting in our seats, waiting for the to start, none other than New York’s own, Theophilus London emerges from behind the white walls singing Stand Alone–RIP How to Make it in America. Guitar pals et al.

Hubba, hubba, so much leather. He proceeded to dance around with the models through the course of his first song until he went back into the white walls and let the girls do their thaaaangalang.

At 10 Crosby by Derek Lam, Hanne Gaby Odiele reigns in an over-sized checkered print pant where that familiar palazzo silhouette enjoys another season in the spotlight. A textured light fur cropped jacket, sheer maxi dresses and a certain champagne colored slim fit blazer pay tribute to 1970s nostalgia.

A trend recognized well at BCBG Max Azria too. Lush fur accents offer new character to the outerwear while loose fit straight midi length sheath dresses compose most of what goes on underneath. In one instance, a long skort on steroids of sorts made fancy way too. That was fun. And the color palette stays consistent: loads of beige, burnt yellows and oranges sprinkled over a dose of navy and burgundy.

Richard Chai gives the sheer palazzo pant another go too and exhibits some interesting bulge pockets complimented by half a sleeping bag. Naturally fit for a freak like us. One entity people, uno. What’s been interesting is that not very many, or dare I say, any of the designers I’ve thus far seen have experimented much with any more print blocking. There are sprouts here and there, but ultimately, I think we may be returning to a place of solid.

So let’s conclude this with Rachel Comey and her small homage to Audrey Hepburn. I can get behind any pant exhibiting a slit through the front leg, and any look that’s clean, polished and strung together by a pair of sneaker/brogue hybrids.

Stay tuned for a review on the Mulan inspired collection of Kimberly Ovitz, including a serious play on that black texture we looked at earlier this month. Alas, just in:

At left, the interesting black texture I’d previously referenced. At right, an opportune look at the Mulan influence. I’ve really enjoyed watching the Kimberly Ovitz evolution during the last few seasons. Dresses have gone from simple sheaths, to more complex pieces and finally to full fledged outfits. This is what I’d argue her best collection yet. Images from Style.com