Fashion Week’s opening is always a hilarious juxtaposition of classy and trashy. The classy manifests itself in a hyper turned our fashion crowd proudly outfitted in the first night looks they’ve been planning for a month. Trashy in the form of editors, sponsors and other random audience members wandering the runway room like lost puppies ready to pounce on the first empty seat they spot (front row preferably).
The event’s poor publicists and blindsighted volunteers had to wrangle more than one surly super shopper into the third row for the kick off Joe Fresh show. The line’s well branded brain Joe Mimran paraded an easy collection of cheap n’ cheerful separates with heavy hits of navy blue, red and glowing fluorescents. Signature trench coat pieces came in cropped, double breasted and trapeze options. Men’s looks were limited to the usual hoodie and jean fare. We challenge Mr. Mimran to break free from other fast fashion lines and give penny pinching guys a stylish break too.
I mentioned earlier today that there had been much talk about washroom facilities in pre-Fashion Week reports. I now wish I had added my voice to that choir. Seeing the Fashion Week tent in Nathan Philip’s Square back lit by city hall was surprisingly glamourous. Using the public washrooms in the snack bar pavilion was not.
The night ended with Project Runway Canada’s top secret finale. I couldn’t even begin to spill the beans if I wasn’t under a strict media embargo so I’ll just call it a night.