Canadian Alphabet redux
The runway was decorated with bristol-board/sharpie cut out letters dangling from the ceiling. The Drake Underground was crowded and restless and boredly amused. Absolutely full of young metropolitan adults. Mmm. Beer.
There was a television crew with their equipment squeezing in and getting in people’s faces.
The night starts out with an announcement that there would be a short film, and then the show would start at 10pm.
The film we are shown is a close-cropped single shot of a marathon running by, with marathony-noises. For like… a long, long, time. The video’s contribution to the atmosphere seemed to make people anxious and impatient. Maybe it was just me.
Because then we waited a really long time past 10 for the show to start. No one knows how long because there is no cell phone service down there. There was a regal lady with grey hair and a fur coat in the front row who appeared to have a word with the co-ordinater of the event. There was a little morality play about late fashion shows up at the front between the Dame of Toronto Fashion, the Arts Co-Ordinater, and the Co-Designer.
Finally the band (Taigaa! from Brooklyn) started to play and the show began. Taigaa! plays that kind of music with the synth keyboard, the drummer girl, and the singer. The lyrics are spoken or moaned, like this: off… off… off… off… OFF, Offff…. etc.
Then the clothes came out. The models were all very good, professional looking and attractive. One guy was unusual, and had a very distinctive walk.
The clothing definitely co-opted some of the iconography of Canada, in kind of a literal way. The cut of a dress would resemble an Inuit parka. There were coat-toggle sort of references on all sorts of garments. Thermal pants made an appearance. Otherwise, it was boutiquey, quirky. The models wore tights in Royal Blue (which Adrian and Anita agree with me is the next hot colour), but the clothing was brown or grey with grey screenprinting, making the palette of the collection seem very muddy – intentional? The one screen print I idea I liked was an oversized, broken houndstooth pattern.
It seemed a little rushed. There were still creases on some of the pants where the fabric had been folded on the bolt… and not all of the seams were pressed.
There’s something about me and night time events, I felt like such a wallflower at this one, just standing and watching everyone, and “not getting it”. I saw Carolyn and Anita but I just didn’t have the right sort of energy to really enjoy the show. I’m such a fashion contradiction these days… I am a part of it, and apart from it.