Remember that time when you went to Toronto’s Alternative Arts & Fashion Week [FAT], got distracted by shiny things on the Fermenting Cellar’s floor, cupped a clammy hand over your mouth when a bare-breasted model flapped her way along the catwalk, cracked too many [FAT] jokes to too many people you didn’t know, and ultimately gave up all hope of ever becoming a fashion industry insider? No? Well, there’s no time like the present time for a vicarious trip down memory lane.
