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The fiesta finishes...
It was a whirlwind of fabric, spinning mirror balls, psychedelic lights, high heels and air-kissing... and it is finally over. Women24 was there for every single show, and have the ticket stubs, after-party arm inking and black rings to prove it.
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So what do we think, now that all the confetti and sparkle dust has landed? Here's our list of top 5s.
Our 5 favourite shows
Hip Hop – great clothes, loved the acrobats (although... children are not allowed to climb curtains in our houses).
Habits – solidly fabulous clothing, as usual and we loved Jenny Le Roux's hot pink Chanel specs!
Klûk and CGdT – wildly over the top and
ingewikkeld but it worked.
Superella – Beautiful clothes that pretend to be really straight but play peek-a-boo with really nice parts of women's bodies.
And the winner is...
Levi's – even more over the top; fabulous SA music and the best, and most subversive, atmosphere by far. Clothes? Cool, but not the main attraction.
Top 5 'ooh, maybe not' shows
Canderel/Elle Swimwear – everyone left entirely nonplussed
Durban Originals – a few nice pieces (LOVE Leigh Schubert!), but also lots of badly finished clothes that reminded one of high school Home Ec class.
Stiaan Louw & Mon Moir – we just didn't get the appeal. And we were bored.
Goddess Factor – banal underwear with no... show. Just models down a ramp in predictable undies, with no innovation.
And the winner is:
stephgfashion – how many celebs can you throw in a show to hide that you can't design clothes? A lot, it seems.
Top five best catwalk moments
Décor in the Klûk Show (especially flowers draped from ceiling to floor)
Drifting snow at Gert van der Merwe show
The hair of the lead guitarist in the band at the Levi's show
Hip hop women, Kathy and Cheryl, escorted down the ramp by their models at the end of their show.
And the winner is...
Elle Boter's non-model models. Truly super, Ella.
Top 5 'you are KIDDING me' outfits
A giant hair band used as a top. Cute, but not actually clothing. (YDE)
A crocheted moment of swimwear madness. (Canderel/Elle Swimwear)
Xenia Warrior Princess outfits. Complete with headdress. (Nanine)
Dowdy gravy dresses (Maya Prass)
And our top Gaah! outfit?
White shorts and black slip-ons and gold ruffled silk shirt... on a stocky male model with very hairy blond legs. Gaah! (Durban Originals)
Image: Paul Solomon/A Gavin Rajah creation
a funny article from the editor at shape magazine
Front row at Cape Town Fashion Week
The landscape of the fashionistas explored by Toni Younghusband
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As an unrepentant Woolies worshipper, I’m never entirely comfortable at Fashion Week. It’s a bit like taking a foreign holiday: I struggle with the language (mwah, mwah, dahling), the landscape’s multi-hued froth of satin and chiffon is in stark contrast to my own safe black cotton – and the people… another species entirely.
Take the two wannabe It girls squeezed into the front row beside me. Big on hair (Queenspark hair, the queens of Cape Town call it), big on fur (floor-length coats), big on heels (razor sharp stiletto sandals) and big on cleavage – artfully revealed each time a photographer walked by.
The girls didn’t have tickets for the front row. They simply faked it (like their neon orange tans). The trick, I decided, after watching them claim prime seats in three consecutive shows, is to look the part.
Lots of smiling and waving, lots of bare leg and cleavage and a few well-rehearsed comments about Kluk and Christiaan Gabriel du Toit.
“I do so wish those Heat photographers would stop taking my picture when I’m using my phones,” simpered the minor celebrity on my left. She opened the velvet clutch bag on her lap and removed two phones. There was no flashbulb response.
She stared at her phones’ blank screens. Still no flashbulbs. She slid a coquettish sideways glance at the bank of bored photographers camped at the end of the catwalk, and blinked her pretty eyes. They ignored her. She pouted and edged her impressive cleavage a little further into their line of sight.
They ignored her. She sulked, put the phones back in her bag and turned her back on them.
A panic-stricken friend who was attending her first show, called to ask: "what does one wear?" Another minefield for me. Does one dress up and risk ridicule because the cut of that jacket/hemline of that skirt is just soooo last season, dahling?
Or does one dress down and endure pitying glances from those non-smiling girls who have that weirdly innate ability to make shabby look chic? "Wear what you feel comfortable in," I said, sagely.
Then the penny dropped: no matter how comfortable you are, unless you have the confidence of Bill Clinton at a high school prom, you’re sunk.
"On second thoughts," I offered, "drink lots of bubbly before the show and you won’t care what you, or anyone else is wearing or doing."
Image: by Shape Magazine
Toni Younghusband is the editor of Shape magazine. She’s abandoned Fashion Week to go to the gym.