Having attended many fashion parties that were no
more
than an excuse
to down a bunch of free drinks before going
out for
your real night on the town, we must admit that most of them are
throw-aways, except in the rare instance that they shed some light on
some real branding work.
While such is by far the rarest of breed in the Fashion Week party
line up, Ben Sherman's party Friday night at the brand's Soho flagship
proved to be a rumination on the execution of a rebranding, if not a
somewhat nostalgic trip down memory lane for us (pictures left, via
LastNightsParty.com).
If you haven't checked in with Ben Sherman in a while you should,
because it's likely very different than you remember. The U.S.
vp-marketing, Dana Dynamite has been working to give the brand some
serious hipster cred, starting out first with a MySpace site several
years ago (one of the first to jump on that now über-popular chuck
wagon) and extending relationships with a series of downtown New York
nightlife's more prominent partiers (and all too often, party
promoters by default... hey, even hipsters gotta eat!).
Most recently, the brand inked a partnership with Merlin
Bronques, a downtown scene photographer á la, but predating MisShapes (R.I.P.)
and The Cobra Snake (we're fairly sure about this, facts about these guys are usually anecdotal at best) as well as newcomers like Nicky Digital (if
you don't know these names, you'r
e either over 35 years old or need to
seriously re-read your Hipster Handbook). Bronques produced a series of
stills—in k
eeping with his hipster verité styles—of downtown's denizens
that were used for a Christmas OOH campaign here in New
York. Alongside Bronques came a slew of other night-lifers, such as
the DJ/comic (huh?) Mike Nouveau (who's really a web marketing and ad
sales guy for Paper, and prior to that held similar duties over at
Rolling Stone, pictured, left, with friends) and DJ Jess (the skinny, seemingly sexually ambidextrous
DJ who used to, and perhaps still does, spin at Rififfi,
where you can expect to hear "Kids in America" and "Common People"
about 1.75 times each hour).
So, at the party, it all became clear how these kids—we have to
laugh here a little bit, since we've seen them evolve over the past
four years from awkward kids our friends used to hook up with to
something of legitimate (?) nightlife figures, and speaking of Merlin,
why did you lose the wig!!??—have been perfectly deployed to revamp
this aged British apparel brand both on and offline (they all promote each other via MySpace pages).
The party was thronged with young kids (check out all the images, here.), which isn't such a
surprising thing at fashion events, particularly during Fashion Week.
But it was thronged with the kinds of people that we recognize,
obviously a direct appeal to young twentysomethings who make the rounds
at various clubs decked out in DIY and bargain fashions. The walls were
splattered with images from the current campaign, and the room packed
with a bunch of young, mod-ish looking pretties that posed for
Bronques' pictures. (Though due diligence requires us to report that
there were some aging club queens out as well, but that's par for the
course around downtown NYC. It wouldn't feel like home without them.)
And while our friend did note that the new outdoor campaign looked
like "American Apparel Lite" (which, to be fair, is, itself pretty much
"1970s-Era Gym Porn Lite"), Ben Sherman was effectively communicating
its new message. After being off of our radar for years, Ben Sherman
suddenly felt hip. And the product wasn't—particularly the party
dresses—bad either.
And it's not just our musings either. Agyness Deyn, that
pixie-faced model you've been seeing in nearly everyone's campaigns
this year, popped into the party, wearing some super high shouldered
blue jacket and with a mini-entourage of bottle blonds in
tow. That surely says something, whether she was comp'ed for the
night or not. Though I'm starting to worry about Agyness as a brand
spokesperson—seems she's been a bit of the village bicycle lately and
while we love her look, we have to wonder how much Agyness we'll have
to see before we get fatigue and move on.
And speaking of moving on, while we love the 1980s, I think it's
time we stopped LITERALLY reinterpreting the decadent decade.
Seriously, there's a way to pull off hip without being a literal
reproduction of a Salt N' Peppa album cover. Cheap, clunky gold chain and patent purses were always passé people!