I can vividly remember the elation I used to feel as a little girl on rainy days.  Those days, recess was cancelled, and I, like a miniature version of the recluse I play today would sit in my seat quietly, reading my little books.

Those days, dressing for school saved me the anxiety of being coated in my mother’s favorite 90′s styles: bright colors, permed hair, blinding patterns, puffy jackets.  On the rainy days it was predetermined:I would don my traditional yellow rain slicker and my tall boots.  A shiny, tiny silhouette adorned topped with a mass of wet, black hair; my pale face and wide coal eyes not yet acquainted with stinging stains that mascara wonts.

Wanda Nylon invites strong nostalgia with her SS13 Rainwear collection.  She gives the audience permission to be plain and perfect: quiet and strange; or big and bold: collared and trimmed, a melding of natural scape and industrial runoff.  She appreciates the subtlety and the uniqueness that each puddle holds, the pale translucence of some shallow pools contrasted by heavy opaqueness of those that are deeper, some clear atop tarps and trees, some littered with bits of gravel and rock, and some still coated with oils dropped from passing pollutions.  Nylon fearlessly incorporates this chaotic magic into each magnificent piece, as the child I incorporated it into each splashing leap.