Fashion Shows

This whole week I have been amped about going to my 'first' real fashion show. One of my 'new career path' resolutions is to attend more fashion shows. I heard about it on twitter, this designer I follow called Craig Jacobs, was tweeting about it, hyping it up and I thought, hey, I love the sound of it, why not? It was a Celebrity Catwalk for Charity event at Melrose Arch, The Venue.

So I went to it last night, with my sister Tendayi, and can I just say... No words. First of all there wasn't much advertising that went into it - dubious pointer number one. We searched online for it and all we found was a facebook page and an event guide article on Styleguide. Upon arrival, we were asked to pose for Cleo Magazine, which was cool - coz we had gone dressed to kill. We were sporting Tendayi's own designs - these lovely African print, 80's style shoulder padded jackets that were a big feature in power dressing back then.

I wore mine with tights and boots and she wore hears with this banging black skirt and tights. Pity I don't have pics, coz I forgot my camera at home :(

As we stepped on to the scene, we were kindly handed shots of patrone, which were necessary coz we soon found ourselves in a fashion disaster, to say but the least. The guide article highlighted 'fashionistas' under dress code, but all I saw was lycra and diamonte in the tackiest forms. The fashion show started and it occurred to me that this was a charity auction of clothes designed by Craig Jacobs, not necessarily a fashion show. What a lovely idea, very commendable and that is the one thing I can clap hands to with regards to my whole experience, well that and the glass of Shiraaz that I was sipping on.

The crowd was predominantly white and it made the racial divide in South Africa so apparent to me. I could count on my two hands all the black people present at this event. I love South Africa, I really do, however, I believe the cosmopolitan cities in international hubs, such as South Africa, should reflect a mix of culture, race and character. This wasn't the case here. I want to be a fashion designer, I really do, but is there a racial divide in the industry?

Anyway, that was my experience. I would rate my night as a 2 out 0f 10. There is a street fashion show today in Parkhurst that sounds more up my alley. It also sounds a bit confusing to me though, coz there will be random people on the streets popping up (I guess aspiring models and stylists/designers). This show is on corner 4th and 9th. My curiosity is the my biggest motivation to go. I now just need a wingman to come along with me... Where are my friends :(

CHANGE

Hi guys, I have been MIA since I first began blogging. For a number of reasons; instability, being super busy or super bugged by work, not having access to internet when I feel chatty and feeling blank when I am on my blog. I have had writers block. But, change is here!

Change in so many ways... For one, no more bible posts. We all get busy, who wants to read a 2 page blog about me yapping about my life. Secondly, a lot has changed since I last blogged. I am single now, that boyfriend I used to go on and on about is out of my life. The guy I had a fling with last year is not out of my life, but is not in it either-lol. I am sure with time this shall all be revealed.

You may have noticed that some of you were directed to this blog from your mailbox and that it is completely different to the usual twenteasumthing blog, different look, different url- I am still trying to decide whether I prefer wordpress or blogspot. Anyway, to explain the email notification, I have an option to put the email adds of people I'd like to get notified every time there is a new post. I added you guys because you are people I talk to and the things I write are probably most relevant to you.

Some major things that have changed since I last blogged-

1. I am more settled in Joburg now, I have a job (not really feeling it), we got a car and a bigger apartment and my sis got a job too!
2. I have decided to focus my energy and thinking into my dream, my passion, my first love - fashion. I sooooooo wanna be a fashion designer.
3. I am single, and realising that I may be a serial dater that is psychotically dependent on having a companion. Who am I? Oh yes that reminds me,
4. Who am I? A question that pops up every so often. Who am I? I am at my peak in the quarter-life crisis :/