Was I Patient Zero of the Fashion Week Lurgy?
Truth is, perhaps I was Patient Zero of the Fashion Week Lurgy? After I turned up at the venue everyone seemed to be struck down with the same virus. Sweats. Running nose. Raspy throat. Yep. I know. These symptoms sounds like the after-effects of too much partying! I wish!
I blame the timing. Is it really wise to hold Fashion Week at the end of August? AKA the end of winter aaaaand right in the crux of Mercury Retrograde no less! I wonder how many people booked the wrong flights, misread their Airbnb info or lost footage due to technical difficulties!
The real issue was though that everyone seemed a bit tired. Like the winter had taken its toll on them and they’d really rather be napping.
Still there were shows and there was fashion. Fabulous fashion. Here’s a few of the highlights of NZFW!
Andrea Moore put on a fab show with amidst many rows of lights hanging from the ceiling. The show started with an awesome dance performance featuring some amazing lifts. This was reprised halfway through the show by a group of Social Media influencers modelling Moore’s active wear collection and performing a fitness routine to Beyonce’s Girls Run the World. The show was a great combo of wearable fashion and performance. The collection was gorgeous too. Elegant and feminine but still powerful.
This show was an installation with living mannequins. They stood, sat and posed amongst various sets, showing off the new collection. This was a great idea. Everyone was able to make their way around the room and take decent photos of the stationary models without the need for a super-fast shutter speed. Great idea for plentiful social media posts! The lighting was gorgeous and the collection, made up of draped, figure flattering comfort wear in natural tones, was showcased well.
Stolen Girlfriends Club
This year’s Stolen Girlfriends Club show was, like other years, pretty cool. It was housed off sight again in a venue I cannot remember because wine. It was packed with people sipping away on Redbull and Rum and a “signature cocktail” also known as “let’s-make-up-a-drink-from-all-this-sponsored-free-shit”. I went with the latter and regretted my life choices the next day. When people asked me after the show if I liked the collection I didn’t know what to say because I hadn’t even seen the show. I’d been up on one of the platforms trying to see the show but instead talking to other short folk who also couldn’t see shit.
I watched someone’s live Instagram feed on my phone though so that was cool as. The collection was awesome! There was metallic and mesh, blazers and leather jackets. And there were boobs. I love me some fashion boobs!
Every year Stolen’s show fills me with so much nostalgia for the 90s that I want to go home and dig out my ‘Zero’ T-shirt and wear a petticoat over my jeans. But his isn’t just reminiscent of the 90s. It’s the 90s done better.
Lela Jacobs, as always, put on a brooding gothic spectacle off sight at the Silos. I love Lela’s dark dystopian vibe, and despite her collections not being something I would wear, I truly appreciate the tone of the collections and I adore the fabrics. I swear, every time I see one of her shows I immediately start penning a post-apocalyptic, dystopian novel in my head. And in it the characters are all dressed like this: Adorned with draping fabrics in muted tones of blue, grey and black with long trailing hair, faces partly shielded from the burnt-out, post-nuclear-war sun. Ooooph! Stop me!
That's my fave bits from Fashion Week 2017 - the year of the fashion plague.