Rosemount Australian Fashion Week – Day Five
What? What? What happened to day four? The answer is simple: I’m not always a fashion assistant and in some parallel universe I am a third year and graduating art school student. To read about RAFW Day Four have a look at Lenya’s coverage at RAFW 2010 Day Four.
It was the final day to wear those chunky gladiator heels or those delicious Alexander Wang’s because when the last face at Ksubi exited it would be time to hang up one’s heels (and many-a-feet would be relieved). In contrast to the harsh noir of the many gladiator heels click-clopping around the Overseas Passenger Terminal, my final day of RAFW started off with a cerulean morning of soaking in the autumn (fall) sun set against the architectural backdrop of the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera house. And getting snapped for a few street style blogs, the most notable being Harper’s Bazaar online (click the Press section to see the photo). It was going to be a long but satisfying end to a runway long week.
Expectations were thrown into the harbour in regards to my first show, Miss Unkon. An innocent air of sorbet and confectionery coloured femininity manifested in the garments which she sent down the runway. The clothes were that of little girls who played amongst hopscotches, flower-covered swings and imaginative mobiles but the clothes weren’t childrenswear instead they were grown up. I enjoyed this immensely and the experience of sitting front row again was icing on the fashion cake (carb and fat free).
Although having been sent an invite to see Khrysalis Couture show at the New Generation show I was refused a seat and given general admission. This was slightly disheartening and was a cue for Lenya, Angelika and I to have lunch. And lunch we did. We returned to find out that the New Generation show was causing organisational nightmares and was running an hour late (this is often the case at Fashion Week) which meant the last show we were supposed to attend was going to be delayed. So, we sat it out in the early afternoon sun for a little bit more and just took some happy snaps among ourselves.
Finally, they were letting people into Annah Stretton, a New Zealand based designer. Here we sat second row and again our expectations were thrown into the harbour. Being inspired by the sex symbol Brigette Bardot there was a French frivolity to the show and this was obvious when the models came out. In their walks and struts was a sense of fun. Definitely a mood lifter as it was the second last show of the day and the fashion pack were on their last energy reserves. French stripes, hoop skirts, sheer fabric and draping were given a oopmh of Bardot sex appeal and joviality. The closing walk clearly was to give a last minute energy boost to inspire us fashionistas to make our ways to the numerous Fashion Week after parties.
After watching her walk in a few shows and being utterly impressed I bumped into model Rachel Rutt on my way home from Circular Quay. Being the brave assistant as always, I asked for a picture and she was civil enough to attend to this fashion assistant’s little squeal. All was good until the photo was taken; I reviewed the picture and I looked foolish standing next to this sylphlike model. My spirits were crushed and I guess she was in a rush since she left my side and I wasn’t able to ask her to take the photo again (do I even have the nerve?). What was most disheartening is when she and her model friend left, sniggering.
An awful end to Fashion Week but it was a reiteration of what I learnt about the industry throughout the week. To survive in the industry you have to grow thick skin, thicker than the saltwater crocodile leather they use in a Birkin.
You’ll find the happy snaps where they usually are.
Final Day’s Wear – Dandy Sachs UBETTAWERQ!
Shirt – Gulongdu Homme
Leather Vest – Vintage
Skinny Tie – Vintage
Dress Shorts – Raf Simons
Sunglasses – Le Specs
Shoes – Windsor Smith
Bag – Mulberry