Important #FW18 Trend Alert: Disco Hygge
Anja Tyson | Monday March 5th 2018
There are only two things that really matter in this world: dancing and snuggling.
Ten years ago, you could regularly find me in the dead of winter hailing a taxi outside my apartment in devil-may-care stilettos strapped on to completely bare legs, unbothered by the biting Arctic windchill that New York winters are best known for. In stark contrast to my binding, shiny going-out clothes was the rest of my wardrobe, which in all likelihood could have been the inspiration for the invention of Snuggies. I like cashmere, layers, and drape. I like piling one of them atop the other, like the weighted anxiety blankets that have become so popular of late. I am a creature of comfort that also likes to get down.
So, imagine my shock – nay, my glee – when FW18’s most underreported trend started popping up on the runways. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: Disco Hygge.
What qualifies something to be Disco Hygge, you ask? It’s a two-question test. One: does this look sparkle, glitter, or shine? And two: does it also strike you as something you could potentially fall into a deep, restorative asleep in after a night of celebration, waking the next morning feeling fresh and cuddled? If the answer to both of these questions is ‘yes’, well, congratulations. You’ve got Disco Hygge.
Here are some of my favorite examples of the look I will be exclusively devoting my FW18 wardrobe to, with special research credit going to the keen global eye of one Ms. Laurie Trott (@laurietrott).
All images via Vogue Runway.
Ulla is already a go-to for her beautiful handwoven Peruvian knits and impeccably gathered velvets, but these late-70s-inspired draped midi dresses styled with knit accents really bring all of the elements of her signature look together for me. Bonus point from the knee down for knit socks worn under velvet-tied stacked heels. Ulla’s collection was the fire that lit the match on this movement.
To be honest, I am already here for Rosie’s consistently OTT balance between 1930’s Hollywood starlet glamour and wicked best girlfriend sense of humor. So, this seasons glittering wrap dress – topped by what is in reality a pink satin duster but in my mind looks like the sort of robe I want to spend my entire weekend wearing – only further solidified my love and appreciation for her line.
Normally, Olivier Rousteing is not necessarily the first person I would call if I were after a comfortable look in which to go from gala to bingewatch. Olivier’s rise at the house has coincided with the worldwide cultural takeover of the Kardashians, who may be known to go heavy on spandex, but never in a way that makes me sigh with relaxation. This season though, I was pleasantly surprised by the draped sweat-onesie replete with rolled cuffs, topped with a silver lame maxi coat that enticed even the most novice KiraKira user. Even more so, I loved the iridescent furry oversized sweater dress, moving the dial on Balmain’s usual #BodyCon to a more #BodyUnconscious place.
If you studied fashion history or know who Donyale Luna was, Paco Rabanne represents an era that truly launched the beauty standards seemingly inextricable from our lives now, so many decades later. Models became impossibly thin, mini skirts became impossibly short, and Paco Rabanne was pretty much impossible to wear during the daytime.
As the house evolves through what could be considered a resurgence, tapping into the versatility that busy women now demand for their day-to-day wardrobes is a challenge to be addressed. And I will tell you, I am ready to address it in iconic Paco Rabanne pailette chainmail topped by a grey shearling-lined sweatshirt. Equally as noteworthy were the flat slides smothered in plastic pailettes, sure to bring joy to any winter Hygge life.
Missoni has never conjured a very strong party vibe to me – or maybe it’s just felt relegated to parties taking place on a yacht in the Aegean. The romance and luxury of the brand has always touched me, but on this their 65th anniversary, the collection felt more relevant than ever. Perhaps it was the archival references, perhaps it was the on-point diversity in casting, but most likely it was the looks that conjured images of a Bob Mackie muse driving to her cabin in the woods directly from Studio 54. The pailettes and delicate lurex fringe styled into the open, colorful knits ubiquotious to the house felt accessible, realistic and modern, styled in the careless way that women style themselves when they are too busy having a good time to think about much else.