For four seasons, I’ve followed Kenneth Ning, from Moroccan androgyny at Industria Superstudios to Full Metal Jacket militant at Skylight Clarkson Square, and watched as he’s strived for stronger concepts, stronger narratives, and stronger venues. As a peer and fellow alumni of the Academy of Art University, I couldn’t have been more proud. It was Ning’s first runway show and his strongest body of work to date.
The neon light from the massive screen at Samsung 837, which was broadcasting what resembled the Nasdaq stock exchange bathed the front row in emerald hues. An experimental concept building owned and operated by Samsung Electronics in the Meatpacking District.
Models navigated the multilevel catwalk in loose pinstripe shirting, plaid leisure suits, and yellow lab coats. Exaggerated fanny packs strapping and constricting them like unwilling test subjects. They were branded with “Kenneth Ning Re: Industries” patches. Like stylish robots, they marched. Wall Street boys re-constructed and re-wired. Park Avenue princes. Hair slicked back. Hollowed eyes. A death march to alien synth. Perfect little American Psychos.