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Running into the Duckie Brown show I was greeted, not by the traditional boisterous sound garden that normally accompanies these high budgeted fashion extravaganzas, but instead with a whisper of a runway.  Complete silence seemed to be the theme for these two young designers and complete silence is what the event deserved.  Whether it was a problem with a faulty sound system (God I pray that’s what happened) or a consciences (say it isn’t so) decision by the designers, Daniel Silver and Steven Cox, to go quiet in the end it didn’t work.

If the reason for the silence was to instill a sense of urgency to pay attention to their looks, that’s one thing, but what happens when your collection fails to impress?  The tailored suiting and style of the Duckie Brown label seemed to be overshadowed by the uncomfortableness that took place as the crowd realized that their every whisper could be heard.  The snapping of cameras was all that could be heard, with the occassional catcall from randy editors in the front row, as each of the models headed down the runway.

For a collection that in the past showed such presence and substance, this show was in desperate need of a soundtrack.   If I’m wrong feel free to disagree and discuss.  Honestly though, John Bartlett was sitting front row and his outfit was more interesting than anything I saw on the runway.