Required viewing for any fashion lover, this time capsule of an era (only 25 years ago, but one that seems like the byzantine empire by way of distance from now) begins immediately following Isaac Mizrahi’s poorly reviewed Spring/Summer 1994 collection. It’s the unobtrusive, stream-of-conscious view of a designer who feels everything in a New York that these days appears bizarrely quaint. “I hate mediocre things said about me,” he says smoking a cigarette in extreme close-up on his face. “Either say something great or say it stank or ignore it… ignore it if you don’t like it.” He’s speaking to the camera, but his words are clearly in conversation with his critics. The film has got Eartha Kitt, Sandra Bernhard, Naomi Campbell and more in mostly grainy black and white footage from Mizrahi’s escapades about town and in fittings. His mother, Sarah Mizrahi, is particularly delightful. It’s grand and parochial, eccentric yet grounded, and such a great reminder of Mizrahi’s je ne sais quoi. “All I want to do is fur pants but I know that if I do them I’ll get stoned off of Seventh Avenue,” he says while watching Nanook of the North from bed.