This weekend marked the end of NZ Fashion Week in Auckland. What I’ve learned is that despite being called stylish, I’m far from fashionable. I will not suffer in the name of fashion – its just against my make up as a human being. What I will do is attend events (dressed to the nines in lulus, my finest beater, and trainers of course) and have the time of my life watching those that do.
Sadly, one of my favourite pass times is people watching. In my humble opinion, the best place to do this was at airports all over the world but after this weekend, I think the Viaduct Events Centre during Fashion Week is clearly the new winner. There were men in bow ties and/or unitards, faux fur all over the place (in a very “stroke the furry wall” kind of way), cougars in big heels and teeny tiny micro dresses, models with wobbly bits, outfits that left very little to the imagination (I’m still puzzled on how showing off your critical zone is EVER a good idea), and girls that were stunning and others that were good from far but far from good.
Don’t get me wrong – I love clothes and saw things that were fabulous amongst those that were questionable but at the end of the day, this particular experience wasn’t all about the clothes for me. Did I enjoy NZ Fashion Week? Of course, I did. Was it for the right reasons – probably not.