It was my first real fashion show. As in it wasn’t a high school/uni fashion show. I probably didn’t keep up with the always in style “too cool to care” vibe, but I wasn’t alone in my excitement, so as long as we over-exciteds all go down together… The foyer before the doors opened for the Aritzia fashion show was filled with beautiful women, all impeccably dressed with great shoes. Then those lucky preteens whose hot young moms buy for the whole family at the store who were lucky enough to be invited. I have always been a very loyal Aritzia shopper, but I guess we were extra loyal this year because we were invited to this fashion show (even if we sort of did pay our way in, great clothes = fashion show? I’m in.) As you can tell from my over-excited ramble I am so glad we were invited because it was great, just great. You know when you fall in love and you can’t describe it so you just sigh and giggle? Okay, that’s how I feel about this show. Ask me in person, I dare you.
I decided to go for a fairly girly look for me and very colourful compared to my usual – black, with the Meows Meows (Miu Mius) in tow of course! And I guess it worked! One girl actually came up to me and told me a group of her friends told her to go find me and see what I was wearing, I’m pretty sure I almost hugged her and asked her to be my best friend forever; see how easy it is? I was accompanied by my mother since the invite was under her name and since it said non-transferable we didn’t want to risk it by not having the real Dr. Davis, though I’ve passed for a doctor before. She refused to pose, so I just kind of snapped randomly – hey, I tried. I also have my mom to thank for the hustle she showed when the doors opened, I looked around and she had two front row seats: thanks, mom. A cool rapper/singer/myvoicedoescoolthings-er opened the show and she was as I said, very cool. My first thought was “she’s way too cool and unique for this”, but it worked with the whole vibe. I was snapping like crazy, I swore to my mom it was for the blog, but she’s right I just wanted a better look at the clothes for later: thanks again, mom. I’m not going to post them all as there were just under 70 looks…which is a lot, and this is just the beginning of Aritzia’s fashion shows so I don’t want to give it all away, so I’ll just post some favs.
My captions allow you to go through the deep emotions I was going through as the show progressed. As if you were there. In my head. Or anywhere near me as I “oohed” and “aahed” and probably used the word “cute” 17 times too many. In the end we ordered some great pieces and I’m already thinking of three that were accidentally left out, basically my love affair with Aritzia is probably going to enter the serious relationship phase because I see no signs of either of us letting up. So I guess all I have to say is…thanks, mom.
I’m not usually big on acronyms or abbreviations (minus “obvi” and “def”…I’m still human), but Alexander Wang brings it out of me, mostly because I wish my name could be transformed into something that looks as cool as: AWANG. Mine would be…HKHOS. Mine kind of looks like a disease, or a global organization that’s secretly (or not so secretly) corrupt and therefore evil. Yup, sounds about right.
Moving on, AWANG was at HR (Holt Renfrew, not Human Resources) and ‘obvi’ myself and a bunch of wannabe bloggers grabbed our greatest and darkest and dashed on over. Just so you know, when I say “darkest” I am referring to clothing and it is not in any way linking back to the evil mentioned earlier. I actually wrote a blog post all about Wang, his Holt’s visit and his designs elsewhere which you can read here so I don’t have to work any harder than I have to; God knows blog writing is tough. I was joined by my fabulous friend, Cat. We went to school together then she went off to become a make-up artist supreme, which she most definitely is. Even before she became pro her make-up was always amazing, she has some serious skillz. Yes, skillz.
The meeting. Time started moving slower as we approached Alexander (or Alex as we, his BFFs, now call him), it’s as if the world knew that this was a moment to be savoured. My body froze up, I had to concentrate on moving one heavy wedge wearing foot before the other. My breathing quickened, I could feel sweat forming on my forehead and then I heard the words I had been aching to hear “Hi.” …Okay, it was nothing like that. But maybe it was and I was too delirious to remember…okay, that’s not true either. Cat went up and stood on the left which was a big change as everyone stood on the right, but she wanted to show her good side, and who doesn’t? I stood on the right when I went up, because I’m a sheep. We each took each others’ picture, I slipped in a “P.S. The new boots are fabulous!” cause I’m suave like that and then it was over. Things we did get to see: he took off his sweater to an eyeful of tummy and Calvin Klein tighty whities, and he practically ran into Cat in the shoe section when he was going to the washroom. Hello!
As you can see we had a bit of a photo shoot after Alexander Wang had left, but who can expect any less when a tent is set up with a TV inside? Our story? Models at fashion week. I think it comes across crystal clear. And when I say “My boots” I do mean it; coming to a blog near you this October!
Filed under: Fashion | Tags: China, Fashion, Marc Jacobs, Pride, Sequins, Skirt
So, first I must start off with a change that I have yet to embrace (even though I made it). Looking through Blogger blogs I noticed that there seemed to be more traffic so I decided I would switch, but it’s scary, new, harder to use and not as pretty. So for now I’ll just simultaneously update both which is fairly easy minus pictures (so much harder and less organized on Blogger…sorry, Blogger). You can check out La Mode Au Naturelle on Blogger and ya know, follow if you happen to have a Google account and I know most people do so what I’m really saying is “Please follow, I’ll be your best friend”. Due to the change I’ve been afraid of blogging because I just can’t let go of WordPress, but we all read the aforementioned solution so here is a combination of two events: the Sunday of Pride and my trip to China in Toronto.
My mother described my pride ensemble as a “Gay Princess” which was exactly what I was going for so yes, it’s a compliment. I did change 20 minutes later, but I basically just added a gold bandeau underneath which was a huge mistake. We go to a bar, bouncer sees bandeau, assumes the shirt over top wasn’t there before and demands I take it off or he’ll pick me up and hold me upside down and that’s where he went into great detail that I don’t think I’ll add-on here…use your imagination. Basically, always stick to the first outfit decision. Then this past Friday I experienced all that China has to offer in Toronto…it was very interesting. Most of it was at Pacific Mall then some strip malls. I got a blinged out phone case (obviously), but that’s as far as that went. Otherwise there was a lot of food and a lot of confusion. Often I just stood there while matters were figured out in Chinese; not to worry, I mastered smiling and nodding knowingly.
The skirt in the last three photos was $5. I just had to throw that in there. And when I wear it I feel all cute and little because of the colour and length. Who needs short skirts that fly up? Not I.
P.S. New fav: TheChicMuse.