Yesterday I went to a fashion show. It was the first fashion show I’ve been to and it was so fun. Here’s how it went down:
We took the subway to 23rd street and got out in the rain, then we frantically hailed a cab, had it stolen from under us, jumped into another one, and eventually arrived, running through the rain down a one way street towards a small knot of roped-off people in the middle of the block. G appeared with a big bunch of passes on cords and hustled us down to another entrance. We walked past a wan, towering model with a bun covered in gold foil, wearing double-high platform shoes and a piece of white fabric knotted under her armpit, and into the gallery.
We were there in time for the rehearsal: basically a time for the models to practice walking the course of the runway in small robes or pieces of white fabric and giant shoes. The photo I’ve attached is from this moment. The location for the show was a big art gallery on 21st street. They’d knocked a huge hole in one wall and put the runway through it so the models made a figure-8 tour of both rooms.
The heavy-set woman with dark hair sitting in the second chair is one of the designers (Half of a 2-sister design team.) Her sister, and partner-designer, is hidden behind the model in the blue robe. They sold their 15,000-album record collection in order to finance their fashion line. One of the sisters was a waitress up until last year. They are awesome! We watched the show from just behind where they’re sitting in this photo.
The actual show was so cool. First all of the fashion people showed up and moved around chatting and kissing cheeks, etc. We saw a few famous fashion people that I recognized from magazines and tv, and then a bunch that Caroline filled me in on: fashion editors, etc. My favorite thing about the clothing of fashion people was the refreshing emphasis on creativity/originality. It seemed much more important to look interesting than to “be beautiful.” Some of my favorite things were: a man in a black bowler hat with a black feathered magician’s cape, a woman with a normal outfit wearing a giant feather pinned to the side of her hair, and a trench coat silk-screened with giant eyeballs. There was one woman with clown makeup, literally: circles drawn on her cheeks and points drawn on her lips, but I found her a bit creepy.
Then, after a small mishap with a cameraman and a light, the music started and the show began. The music was exciting: pounding with a tension-building sound that made your rib-cage vibrate. The clothing was beautiful and strange: very textural and feminine with a very subtle reference to the human skeleton. For example, one of my favorite dresses had a nude-colored top with strips of black ribbons draped across the front and back like ribs. They also used knitted yarn in an interesting way that looked like patches and strips of torn fur. At the end, the last model stood perfectly still in a full-length dress that looked like it could have been in the movie Dune, bathed in light that changed from white to yellow to blue to green to red to yellow to white again.
It was SO GREAT!!