anatomy of a fashion show:
i'm just gonna let the pictures do the talking. minimal captions provided. ENJOY!!!
while gareth pugh showed even in paris in video form, to be the first IN THE WORLD to see his creations being worn down the runway was nothing short of a privilege.
the hallowed inner sanctum of fashion gets an ethereal, otherworldly glow...weirdly enough the gothic-camp darkness of the collection to come is a fitting complement to this icy blue swathe.
and the countdown begins:
(YES I KNOW everyone out there has already seen th video but just bear with the screenshots ok!?!? its a different experience on your laptop screen and on a huge projection one complete with surround sound and thumping beats.)
and then the video ends and everyone is nearly jumping out of their seats with the frenzy--the energy level in the stands reaches fever pitch; the entire mass of people are almost quivering as a giant entity ready to swallow whatever is to come next.
and the screen splits in half, monstrously moving apart to reveal its innermost gems...
the thumping beats start up again, and everyone goes wild for the first runway stomp.
it was genius after genius after genius piece, all earthy and elemental-inspired, heavyduty hardware and boots and ripped shreds with cozy/spiky glittering coats, mesh, platforms...
the look was complemented with wisps of hair across the models' faces, and dark dark makeup and a nude lip.
i really liked his menswear.
then, just as it started and we had the wind knocked out of us, the full blast of lights came on and the proverbial curtain was dropped then raised, and a whole line of his beings paraded out for one last time.
that's when the coherence of his aesthetic hit--elemental hematite, oxidized metal, superior craftsmanship in shaping the darkness he sought to wield. it all clicked...then before anyone could focus their cameras,
out comes The Man Himself, to raucous, thunderous applause and plenty of catcalling.
2 seconds, a shy smile and the slightest of bows, then like a jack-in-the-box, he bounds backstage while the frenzied crowd covers his person in the luminescence of flashbulbs and digicams.
(as you can see--all i got was his back.)
then, just as soon as it all started, and before we can process the magnitude of it all, all we are left with is to ponder is how he did what he did, while his name in lights teases us.
ashley isham-designed coke light commemorative bottles.
i was lucky to get one as i entered the Tent. only 100, 000 of these were made, and i suppose its hard to resist a bottle that's festooned with jewels!
i greatly enjoyed the experience...
more outfit shots to come, but for now this is what i leave you with.