March 26, 2008
Who, What, Wear: Rowe, Rowe, Rowe Your Boat

Miss Rowe Fall/Winter 2008. Photos courtesy of Miss Rowe.
Ashley Rowe had nothing to wear. Then 24, she was a big city girl with the big interview at the big Bloor Street store every clothes-lover dreams of calling home: Holt Renfrew. Well, their clothes were just too expensive, and H&M? She loves it. Who doesn’t? But... it’s H&M.
So, Miss Rowe designed her own collection and called it just that.
"I wanted to make the clothes I couldn't find for myself," she says of her chic, clean-lined, yupscale pieces. For spring 2008, Miss Rowe debuted in virginal white; the billowy Egyptian cotton dresses and slimline pants, currently available on her website, earned her a finalist spot in the TFI New Labels competition and a clientele that ranges from 20-something to 40-plus (like Rowe's monochromatically-dressed mom, her number one inspiration).

Ashley Rowe showed her collection at Brassai last week. Photos courtesy of Miss Rowe.
Rowe showed her fall line—all black, naturally—to a tent-weary crowd of fashion types at Brassai last week. Inspired by equal parts English style ("very mix-and-match, very fashion-forward," Rowe says) and American rock and roll ("I could definitely see Lenny Kravitz wearing my skinny leather pants"), the collection plays well as a working girl's day-to-night wardrobe. Wide-legged trousers, sharp-pleated yet perfectly slouchy, and a vest with major lapels are a lovely alternative to a suit, while smartly-cut tunic tops could double as big-night-out minidresses.
Rowe says she’d pair her silk-lined separates with JBrand skinny jeans, Balenciaga bags, and Louboutin heels or Lanvin flats. All very starlet. And if you’re not making seven grand a movie? Try her A-line tunic ($425) with Cheap Mondays (a la Carte Blanche), an oversize clutch from 69 Vintage, and Zara platforms—and girl, the job is yours.



The clothes at Holt Renfrew were too pricey, so she sells a tunic for $425 and it's a "working girl's wardrobe", as you call it.
Very clever math (and geography, for clearly such a girl's workplace must be somewhere on Bay Street). I should have gone into marketing.
Those are genuinely some of the ugliest fucking designer-type clothes I have seen in quite a while.
That look on her face in all the photos is pretty ugh. I know as a model you're not supposed to smile, but I don't think you're supposed to look full of contempt either.
"I could definitely see Lenny Kravitz wearing my skinny leather pants"
And that right there is what turns me off about fashion.
Wow. Skinny black pants. No one has ever worn THOSE before.
And that Glad Bag T-shirt? Sorry ... tunic. Heavenly.
'Fashion' is a joke; ignore it and it'll eventually go away.