“I love Hollywood,” Andy Warhol once declared. “Everybody’s plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.” Apparently Warhol isn’t the only one with synthetic exuberance syndrome. The spring collections are having a decidedly celluloid moment, and designers have decreed that no part of the body shall go unadorned by plastic. From dresses to tunics to short shorts, this season’s garments and accessories are gleaming with acrylic, vinyl and cellophane. Warhol would have been positively giddy.
In Paris, Karl Lagerfeld went plasticus extremis at Chanel, sending several gleaming head-to-toe looks down the runway. One entirely plastic ensemble—a peach-hued pantsuit and green booties—had a distinctly shuffleboard-in-Boca-Raton flair. There was also a shorts and clear vinyl jacket look intended for the beach.