What Is the Fat Jew Doing at New York Fashion Week? – Vogue.com
Strange to think that the only show I’ve seen so far at New York Fashion Week with both true diversity on the runway and true joy permeating the room was one orchestrated by Instagram star turned villain Josh Ostrovsky, aka the Fat Jew. But it’s true—Ostrovsky’s “Dad Fashion” show stood out amid the Fashion Week buzz because it featured people of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities having fun. It was the sort of event where the audience would cheer out wildly when a look they liked took the catwalk.
The affair, presented by Made at The Standard hotel, was a curated selection of dad-inspired looks styled by Ostrovsky and set to the music of Bruce Springsteen and Lite FM jams. The rationale? “I just really wanted to showcase dad fashion because dads just really, genuinely don’t care, which is the ultimate mark of a fashion icon. I wasn’t at the Kanye West show, but I would imagine that some of the looks were probably styled to look like nobody cares. You want to look kind of . . . homeless,” Ostrovsky riffed.
The ensembles on the runway were so un-special that you wondered if he had run downstairs moments before the presentation, rounded up a handful of tourists—no Meatpacking-going gent would be seen in such attire—and thrown them on the catwalk. (The reality isn’t so different. He put out a casting call on Craigslist looking for real dads.) “A lot of them brought their own stuff,” he explained. “I wanted them to be true to themselves, and just wear what they normally do. And that’s why they look amazing.”
Yes, there might be a certain Mugatu-ness to Ostrovsky’s demeanor—both do favor a wild hairdo and a wilder quip—but behind the Insta-star’s brash proclamations is a sentiment that feels quite genuine. “I want Fashion Week to be all-inclusive,” he said, explaining that the show was a jumping-off point for a collection he’d like to design himself. “I would like to design for Dads, for monogamous lesbian couples, dogs—I’d really like to design for anyone who doesn’t really . . .” he trailed off momentarily, “You know, I want to get everyone to Fashion Week. Everyone.”
And then, after I turned off my recorder and began to walk away he blurted out, “I forgot to mention the food!” and dropped back into his comedy persona. “There’s never any carbs at Fashion Week, it’s always a thimbleful of salad . . . you can actually eat complex carbohydrates here!”