Sadly though, there were quite a few disgruntled party goers, wondering what there $25.00 entry fee had got them if it wasn't even a complimentary glass of bubbles. One woman I spoke to (who'd had a few by this point) asked where all the fashion was at a fashion week opening party. She had a point. Some models milling round in some of the new collections would have been a good touch and a good conversation starter. I chatted to another lovely woman, who told me she was "meant to be singing tonight", but when the speeches went on too long (they were 10 mins tops!?) she was told she wouldn't be able to after all. This was strange because other than a DJ playing background beats there didn't appear to be any reason why she couldn't have sung. Maybe next year the organizers will think of some more interesting party favours, so it's not just a room of people standing around drinking overpriced drinks.
The Mardle show, had a great theatrical quality that complimented the style of the clothing. I loved how as the models passed each other on the runway they'd stop as one took a photo of the other blowing a kiss. I loved it even more that designer Shiana Weir got into the swing of things too and posed so one of the models could take a photo of her when she took to the catwalk at the end.
It's great to see confident designers! So many are so shy and either don't come out at the end at all, or sneak on and off so quickly you don't see them! It's such a shame. We want to clap them and say "Well done!" "You are awesome!" Mariana and I were joking that if we had managed to design a whole collection we'd be so proud of ourselves that we'd gladly trot down that catwalk, head held high, taking in all the accolation Someone would probably have to pull us off with a cane.
I also loved the Love Hotel show and it's cute french theme. It's odd how the imagery that accompanies the clothing can really add it. This show made me want to go to Paris, drink coffee and eat pain au chocolat.
The most hilarious goody bag moment was when Mariana was asked to show her media pass on entering the media lounge. As she was rummaging through her bag for her pass her goody bag suddenly exploded, showering the floor with business cards, beauty products and vouchers. The best part was that her media pass landed at the security guard's feet. "Told you I had one," she said. I almost died of laughter.