The Row's most recent fashion show was probably very good. But us plebeians not in attendance will never know.
Yes, The Row is one of the most exclusive brands in luxury, we all know this, but The Row hit a new level of The Row-ing by "kindly asking" (a very polite way to say "dictating") attendees of its latest presentation to not use their cell phones.
They were instead given notebooks to write thoughts in real time.
No social media, no instant uploads, no digital documentation of what went down. If a fashion show happens and no one films it, does it make a sound?
Indeed, it is truly wild that even several hours after The Row's show, held during Paris Fashion Week Fall/Winter 2024 on February 28, there is no imagery of the collection on the internet. In our ultra-connected — I might say over-connected — world, that's literally unheard of.
Reactions on social media from the terminally fashion-pilled were quite extreme, at first.
New York Times fashion writer Vanessa Friedman was quite brusque on Twitter, offering a couple snippy tweets in response.
A few other The Row fans were overtly bummed about the fact that they wouldn't be getting their biannual dose of Row runway. And there was the initial shock that, yes, in 2024, there is one runway show that will remain a mystery to all but those who saw it in-person.
But there was ample praise of The Row's move, too.
Some pointed out, fairly, that The Row's anti-social media act simply elevated its already ample air of exclusivity. What's more exclusive than experience?
It's also, frankly, a worthy reaction to Fashion Week overstimulation, what with attention-hungry influencers and outrageous runway antics often superseding the clothes that they're ostensibly there to see.
In a way, The Row's cell phone-free show channeled the era of the fashion salon, when society's most pampered and privileged would gather to gawk at exquisite wearables far from the proletariat's prying eyes.
More concretely, though, The Row recreated the pre-Y2K fashion show experience, where critics were forced to take pen to paper to record their thoughts in real-time.
Inadvertently, The Row also revived one of the least appealing elements of pre-Y2K fashion shows: the haves-vs-have-nots dynamic.
Fashion is an inherently aloof business and these are exactly the kind of moments that reiterate that exclusivity.
Only the insiders who attended the show will ever know what it looks like, unless The Row publishes its own imagery. And, honestly, it might not.
The Row's past several collections were presented as lookbooks and it could very well follow suit here. Why not? It's The Row.
If there's any upside to the explosion of runway-adjacent content-capturing, it's that fashion events are comparably democratized. They may not actually be open to everyone but, nowadays, anyone can view them from afar.
Truth be told, I'd only be particularly bothered if this mandate was applied to the entirety or even a minority of fashion shows.
This is The Row doing The Row things and I'm totally fine with them being the exception, not the rule, as they so often are.
Because, again, let's be honest: it's so rarely about the fashion at Fashion Week.
Yes, clothes are often there, but so often the focus is on anything but. It's ironic that, despite all the screens absorbing the looks sent down the runways, it often feels like so few people are actually seeing them.
You could even view The Row's little episode as a response to that. "If barely anyone is actually looking at our clothes, why should anyone even be able to see them?" Or something like that.
The point is to push folks who were actually in attendance to absorb the clothes. Soak in what's in front of you, forget about capturing content for an audience of disinterested scrollers.
It's also unapologetically gatekeep-y — hell, it's literally gatekeeping! — and if it was another brand, it'd be justifiably side-eyed.
But amidst all the empty Fashion Week stunts, this is one of the few that doesn't ring hollow.
