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!
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- AWANG
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- My boots…
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- CAT & AWANG
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- HKHOS & AWANG
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- Chillin’
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- Met him.
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- 1 o’ the million bloggers
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- Met him.
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- “We’re at fashion week.”
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- “Yay, fashion week!”
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- “Waiting for the runway.”
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- “Hard times at fashion week.”
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!
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