so my pal, natalie, asked me to accompany her, vip style, to fashion week on sunday evening. we arrived at shine studios in braamfontein - such a beautiful venue - to our photo being taken, free drinks and lindor chocolate balls on tap (not many were eating them - just sneaking them in their bags)
the venue for the show was in a building next door and involved a pretty hairy walk across an erected scafolding thingy - wearing heels immediately proved stupid. didn't even get to take a pic - too busy hyperventilating and 'don't look down-ing'
forgot who this was: oops.
much smarteez love
a short break between shows meant another hairy walk across the 'bridge' or as nat and i decided...down the stairs and then up some other stairs again. just enough time to grab another drink...no sign of food...tummy grumbling...sunday night munchies guys.
back across the 'bridge' time for clive rundle...i don't know him or his style, just heard his name and there seemed to be a general hype so i was excited. realised i actually have no photos of that show, most probably because i was too busy trying to pick my mouth up off the floor, reading my twitter feed and watching the crowds reaction. best description: WTF?
dion chang mentioned something about it being an alien adventure. go dion! i know little about fashion but enough to know that i could have made most of those items, with my eyes closed and without a sewing machine. the dresses were bizarre...most were unhemmed and erratically cut, some had oriental plaza-looking chiffon tied in a bundle on arms or legs or shoulders. models often looked like they had a giant organza naartjie (unhemmed) attached to them. there were black velvet bellbottoms involved, one legged stockings and bizarre masks made out of shredded paper circa standard one.
most fashion journalists and bloggers around me were speechless and the tweets pretty much confirmed the wtf-ness i was thinking.
back across the 'bridge'. (or down and up the stairs)
more drinks and this time a few people were seen nibbling at salads in plastic containers with wooden forks (i could've eaten a horse by now) but still no serious sign of any kind of serious food. is food not part of these people's lives? (natalie: "we just want a prawn on a stick or something")
we were guests of vodacom and so mingled around with them for a bit and chit chatted. all the while, spotting some seriously stylish people as well as some disasters of note (crop tops on over 50 year olds: i saw it.)
the venue was truly fabulous. up above the bustling streets of braamfontein and with the city at our feet.
back across the blasted 'bridge' - they actually had people helping you step up onto it because it was so bloody dangerous.
the show i had been looking forward to the most: leigh schubert, colleen eitzen, kotten and twille and more. front row seats! and the cutest little bunny badge on our seats when we got there.
the show blew me away:
leigh schubert's dreamy collection. beautiful palette, designs and music (florence and the machines - woo!)
colleen eitzen's was also divine and involved real ballet shoes, denim, satin and satchel bags.
terence bray was great too. bit of oriental vibe and lots of bright colours and lace-up sandals.
so that was my night of fashion week. it was delightful. i loved the experience - i could never be involved in that industry though - i need food.
what i wore: black one piece with gold tiger print, army green high waist pants, chunky wooden heels.
the cheese toast when i got home never tasted so good.