Is it completely terrible to feel all fashioned out? With the addition of Fashion in the Capital to the events calendar, preceded by New Zealand Fashion Week; not withstanding the deluge of NYFW and LFW posts which have taken over my Instagram, Bloglovin’ and Twitter feeds, I almost feel like I’m ready to take a small vacation to a remote island, completely devoid of technology, and where dress codes involve little more than a bikini and beach cover-up. I’ve promptly changed my heels for flats, to give my aching feet a rest, and turned my focus to cosy knit sweaters to see me through Spring days which are considerably brisk, more so than I had remembered.
Fashion Week is an interesting beast, with a noticeable divide between those who have gone to considerable lengths to embody fashion in every sense of the word, and those who have opted for practicality, pre-empting how tiring 14-hour days standing on your feet, on a diet of coffee and chocolate can be. But, as I see it, there really is little to complain about. Whether you’re sitting in the front row, or in the back, it’s such a privilege to be there, and see the culmination of six month’s (or thereabouts) worth of work, and how a designer’s inspiration translates and is incorporated into their collection. Besides, as they say, there’s no rest for the wicked.
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