This morning, a cadre of celebrities and fashion industry folk alike descended upon Brooklyn Bridge Park—much to the chagrin of unsuspecting park-goers—for Off-White’s spring 2025 show. Those who Ubered joined a long line of slow-moving black cars that snaked through the park, while the foresighted trekked along the path alongside confused bikers and walkers. Vogue’s Lisa Aiken even ran into neighbors, who were taking their young daughter to a vintage bus show under the Brooklyn Bridge.
Ib Kamara turned the water-side basketball courts into a runway of the highest order, even going as far as to cover the hoop blackboards in the Off-White logo.
Off-White’s offering of strong-shouldered outerwear, diaphanous skirts, and sportswear-inspired separates drew what is perhaps the most starry front row to date, with Flavor Flav, Issa Rae, and Mary J. Blige among the onlookers. From between Frances Tiafoe and Anna Wintour’s heads, I peeped a bearded Zayn Malik chatting with Camila Cabello.
Tiafoe wasn’t the only star athlete in attendance. US Open winner Aryna Sabalenka tapped away on her iPhone encased in a Rhode case with lipgloss, while Olympic gymnast Suni Lee chatted with Eva Chen. Elsewhere, Alessandra Ambrosio, wearing a bejeweled net hoodie with stilettos, chatted with Derek Blasberg who wore the viral camo Harris-Walz baseball cap.
Even the runway was a sight to behold. New face du jour Julez Smith (Solange’s son and the man who got Beyoncé to Luar last season) strutted down the catwalk to a foot-tapping beat so strong you could feel it in your throat.
As soon as Kamara took his bow, some attendees bolted to make it to Queens in time for the US Open men’s final between Taylor Fritz and Jannik Sinner, while others made their way to Jason Wu, or a leisurely lunch before Sandy Liang.
Brooklynites were understandably confused by the crowd of outré dressers who flooded the footpath after the show. Some, however, did not take kindly to attendees in the bike path. A man riding an electric unicycle and being pulled by two dogs yelled at fashionable pedestrians, “Bike lane, bike lane, thank you, fuck off!” And everyone fucked off back to Manhattan, indeed!
