When we think of “fashion” and “reality”—well, of late, we’d rather not. It’s one thing on television, but on the shopping streets, the reality is something grimmer.
When we think of “fashion” and “reality”—well, of late, we’d rather not. It’s one thing on television, but on the shopping streets, the reality is something grimmer.
The tents in Nathan Phillips Square are like Estonian models at a Paris Vogue shoot: stripped down, skeletal, self-conscious. Passing by on the streetcar, we suddenly remember that we were too tired to write about Day Five. Let's take five instead, ok?
Spring 2009 is in the air kisses at L’Oreal Fashion Week, but it’s very much fall in real life. While candy cottons and shoulder-baring frocks dominate the runways, the rows are filled with ideas to steal right now. (And anyway, in many ways, Toronto’s trend set is far ahead of our all-too-conservative designers.)
At the end of Day Three, when we thought we couldn't walk another step, we didn't have to. An old-timey service elevator whisked us up to the sixth floor of the recently party-ready Burroughs Building for Evan Biddell's afterparty. Co-hosted by the Helders (who, appropriately, sipped RockStar energy drinks) and attended by everyone from laced- and tarted-up vintage shopgirls to cocktail-dressed execs, the cool downtown jam was a fitting celebration of Biddell's strong sophomore show.
When media tent chatter turns to irony in Fashion Week, we're not talking t-shirts. We're talking about how the biggest buzz is more about international "it" models (like Amanda Laine, Elmer Olsen's latest star) than local designers. Or about the funny-strange feeling it gives you to write about buying clothes while reading headlines about bank collapses and home foreclosures. Or about shivering through a show comprised of nothing but hot-as-white-sand swimwear.
If the business of getting hitched is less than brisk this spring, wedding planners can blame Alfred Sung. The resounding sentiment among exiting attendees was that L’Oreal Fashion Week’s opening show made them never, ever want to walk down that aisle. Ouch. Must have been all the diamante. (Pretty bouquets tossed by models in the finale were a saving grace, but barely.)
Photo by Henry Roxas.
FASHION: L’Oreal Fashion Week officially launches today at Nathan Phillips Square. Canadian designers will be strutting their stuff all week long as they launch their 2009 spring collections. The Bay’s new CEO Bonnie Brooks, accompanied by Fashion Design Council of Canada president Robin Kay, will be on hand this afternoon to cut the ribbon on the fabulous tented studio. Stay tuned for Torontoist's full Fashion Week preview. Nathan Phillips Square, 2:30 p.m., FREE.
We know a girl, who knew this guy. This guy wore jewellery. Piles of it. There were probably lots of thing not to like about said guy, but the jewellery was what really got to her. The gold necklaces, the skull necklaces, and, oh god, all the matching bracelets. Her friends joked that he wouldn't need to talk dirty on the phone. He just needed to say, "I'm taking... my bracelets off," and that was it. That would do it for her.