Dedicated follower of fashion
Clothes surround us in our daily life, whether or not we lurve fashion. In essence, clothes connect us, far more so than technology or the media. We all wear clothes. The question is to what degree do we wring our hands, obsess, and develop neuroses about certain pieces of clothing? This question of degree is what epitomizes, for the majority of the self proclaimed fashion elite, the fashion show.
For many people, the idea of attending a show devoted to human pencils marching down a thin walkway, bedecked in scowls and so very elegantly distressed jeans harkening back to an earlier Neo German faux Romanticism, is not how they conceive of spending a simply fabulous evening For other people, fashion is almost a drug and collections of like minded people who communicate in an almost doublespeak marked by the frequent use of buzzwords such as “Federline” (tacky) and “very early eighties
ony Club” (definition currently unknown) induces an addictive high. As I said earlier, it is not everyone’s cup stylish tea. But if fashion is your little latte, or, alternately, if you enjoy booze and non bodacious bottoms, I’ve got a date for all the users out there: “Temptation: A Slice of the Big Apple” is a show featuring emerging New York City designers jumping across the pond on the 20th of May in London.
Several designers will be showing, including a line of couture denim blended from fine silk, Dahveese, which, I suppose, is the new gift for that person who just has everything. As I sit here writing, tucking into some biscuits, I’m suddenly struck by the fact that summer is marching up on me. This is unfortunate for two reasons; one, I have inherited childbearing hips, and two, I won’t be able to fit into any of the Siboney Swimwear that will be showcased on the night.
Siboney features punchy prints and bright colours: perfect for Thailand, acceptable in Brighton. To be perfectly honest though, I’m most looking forward to ogling the beyooootiful designs of Vaella, a line which seems to have already bought its ticket straight to stocking at Selfridges and Harvey Nichols. Vaella’s glorious clothes somehow mingle an intellectual sensibility while retaining an exuberant delight in swishy fabrics and whimsical detailing.
It’s like Prada, without the headaches from deciphering exactly how your three hundred pound shoe relates to a backlash against Eastern German commercialism in the seventies. If you derive some sick pleasure from proving to your friends that you were there at the beginning of a trendy classic, I’d advise to invest in Vaella now, before the prices quadruple. Ah, fashion. Such a glorious beast.
4th May 2006