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Of LG Fashion Week, the last day is already a distant memory; not, however, so distant that we can get out of writing about it. But, come on. You can tell us. You're as tired of the faintly judgemental daily recaps as we are of writing them. And you know what's more fun than being judgey? Actually judging. So here we are: Torontoist's First and Last Annual LGFW Awards. The best, the—no, that's lame. Air kisses and misses? Something like. Read on, we implore you.

"Paris" is not an inspiration: this is our first thought of LGFW's fourth day. We're late to Aime Luxury's runway debut but catch word the collection's called "Paris, Je T'Aime." Merde. When will designers unsubscribe to such glossy, meaningless cliches?

Smaller is better? Believe it: this fashion season, everything's been downsized, from L'Oreal gift bags containing a single, travel-sized hair spray (minimalism?) to the teeny-tiny LG laptops in the Media Lounge—wait, make that "Filing Room." For journos surviving on Kit Kat Singles and huddling around mini-screens, it all feels a bit like a visual gag.

If you've been looking for Canada's own Alexander Wang, you can rest your eyes now. Travis Taddeo has arrived. Let's do a little point-by-point, shall we?

Denis Gagnon is wearing sunglasses, indoors, and it’s not even night. Although, the trays of emptied wine glasses could fool those uninitiated in this fashion-media rite of passage: the Holt Renfrew cocktail party. This year, to launch the newly named LG Fashion Week, we’re self-congratulating in the recently reno’d contemporary design area. It’s a clever change in location: “They used to have it in accessories, but who’s going to pick up a $1,600 bag?” posits one smart editor. “Here I actually want to shop!” It’s also very shiny and very bright—just not quite bright enough for shades.

"Slimmed down" is rather an understatement, if you (like the rest of our city's glitterati) are talking about the super-light schedule of LG Fashion Week (Beauty by L'Oreal), the newly and unwieldily named celebration of local style. Seriously, this schedule needs to eat a sandwich. Usually we'd be dying for a turkey-and-swiss ourselves by this time on Day One; instead, we're eating a sixth bowl of cereal and watching nailpolish dry. The first—and last—show of Day One isn't until tonight, after Holt Renfrew's annual cocktail party (a mecca for media and other shmoozehounds). And the rest of Fashion Week: Recession Edition is busier but hardly strenuous.