Alright, that blog post title might be a wee bit dramatic. I’m not actually throwing tantrums about my first ever Fashion Week, I just hate crowds. But I do like people walking in a straight line while wearing pretty clothes. So yesterday I braved my first foray into the big white tent at King and Shaw. (Aside: is anyone else alarmed/amused that LGFW HQ is directly downwind of an abattoir? No amount of Chanel EDT can cover up that stench!)
We watched Jason Myers unveil his Spring/Summer 2010 collection, and it was…fine. Fashion shows are so anticlimactic! I’m into theatre, so when I see a stage, I expect a dramatic payoff. But the most drama you’ll get on a runway is a nip-slip (and yes, there was one last night). It starts absurdly – why is Myers screening a scene from Katherine Hepburn movie that has nothing to do with his actual clothing? Obviously the fireworks in this scene mean that La Hepburn is getting laid offscreen, but what’s with the closeup of the shoe? And why does Myers like everything to be jutting strangely off of shoulders? Never mind. The techno starts and so does the clothing (the first model is Prairie Ditz from the last CNTM, concentrating very hard and glaring at the wall of cameras at the end of the runway).
As for the clothing itself, it’s better described by people who are savvier and take better notes than me, but my general feeling about Myers is that whenever he gets something right, it’s an accident, and it’s copied from someone who does it better. He’s got some good lines – my favourite outfit was a black layered chiffon blouse over slick cigarette pants – but every single skirt was too short (hello, ass cheeks), and I swear I had a mini version of his pink minidress for my Barbie back in the day.
And that was that. 20 minutes. Please clear the room as quickly as possible and go grab a few razor samples. Personally, my favourite part of the entire proceedings was the tub of water not in bottles, but in a tetrapack boxed wine type of packaging. Brook and I both liked the box-wine-spring-water so much, we’re braving the Pink Tartan show tonight in the hopes of stocking up on more.
