A friend of mine very generously shouted me a ticket to a design school fashion show. I was keen to check out what the creative young things are doing these days.
There were some nice tailored items that I could imagine being worn by fairly normal people in the street, many fanciful outfits that I thought belonged in the Wearable Arts awards and a few that were kinda uninteresting. There were clothes that made music when the models walked (cute, but potentially life-threateningly annoying), clothes refashioned from jeans (a nice idea but hardly original), and architectural constructions that looked like their creator was channelling Issey Miyake.
Obviously, the outfits looked like they were designed for 20-25 year olds.
Funnily enough the award-winning collections were, almost without exception, the ones containing the clothes I just didn't get and couldn't imagine anyone wearing outside of avant garde fringe theatre.
Although, perhaps some of my less-than-positive reactions were the result of fashion-fatigue. At 2.5 hours (with a 20 minute break in the middle), it was awfully long.
It was great fun though, and well worth the half hour walk in gale force winds to get there.
2 comments:
chortle. Now just imagine if it was your sister who was one of the designers in the show!! And so you have to say nice things about her 'communist street style bumster skirt'. Lucky she's decided to be an accountant now...
I'm sure it would be possible to say something nice about every one of the outfits that went down the runway. But that would be so boring.
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