What a week. Fashion in full fantastic force right here in wee old Dunedin. Who would have thought we’d make it to the high-flying “People and Parties” societal pages of vogue.com.au? Thanks Damien Woolnough and your “surprisingly stylish city” concession. Damn right we are.
There were fabulous events all round. Libby Fraser, however, was lucky enough to waltz along to the opening of the Cooper sisters' delightful new showroom. Have a sneaky read of her style spree.
Considering iD has been steaming along in our beautiful train station for a solid twelve years, the designers did a stunning job of pumping out fresh wintery looks that, as ever-classy Otago lass Tanya Carlson put it, “gave the audience a decent amount of colour to soak up”.
Bravo to those who braved the hellishly cold Friday and Saturday night extravaganzas. Fur was a staple. Woolly blankets were not a kooky gratuitous feature amongst the crowd, instead being rather pretty bloody sensible. In fact, the old Lonely Hearts’ shearling jacket would have gone down a treat. Not that the crowd was struggling on the fashion front. Gliding along the 110 metre long runway, I noted some very well dressed specimens amongst the audience. So all aboard for Fashion Week 2012, kids.
Ooh, and shout out to the old JC (John Campbell of course), of the non-holy-homme variety. You’re a babe.
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