One hot Saturday afternoon, I received a message from the fab Mister Donald Elizaga, inviting me to come watch the day’s fashion shows at the SMX center. So off I went and met him and the fashionable Mister Cho Vittorio Iago Orlanes.
Caught two shows (M.Barreto and Penshoppe). The former could’ve been better executed should certain measures have been made. However, the lack of control in that show caused it to look like a scene right out of the Sunday morning market —- chaotic and well, tacky. Mister Barreto’s designs were wearable chic, yes, but it lacked imagination and originality. We’ve seen this before, no? Now the latter was better executed —- from the location setup, the ambiance created and the actual show. The production was what is to be expected of a proper fashion (although next time, I wish they’d let people sit down. SROs do tend to become a tad unruly). The clothes presented in the Penshoppe show was worth giving a longer look. Certain pieces (like jackets and coats) stood out. There were a few hits and misses with the stylings though —- I mean really, shimmery to the point of sparkly tights paired with urban looks? No. One more thing that I had an issue with is the storyline. It was, well, confusing. Were they doing it, Jumper-style? Switching from urban to 20s inspired to safari…it didn’t really tie up well.
Crowd-wise, I saw a lot of trauma inducing fashions (i.e. roadkill is an more appropriate description) including a group we dubbed as the Culture Club (the ringleader appears to be reincarnating the Boy George look while his minions were disastrously styling a combination of J/K-Pop). Pretty mystified with people’s ideas of good fashion. Honestly, hoochie wear and chest baring cardigans and a lot of tackiness? On the crimes against humanity that were incited last night. I was tempted to slap people with violation tickets; Mr. D was tempted to filter the crowd by asking specific fashion related questions (we’re snobs that way, LOLs); Mr. C was alternately giggling at and shaking his head at the atrocities.
All in all, a good night was had by all.
But wait, there’s more.
While trying to decide as to where to go next after the shows, we spied on the yummy Akihiro Sato (he of the droolable Penshoppe ads) exiting the building. Thanks to Mr. C’s charms and efforts, we (Mr. D and I) were able to nab a photo op afterwhich, a quick chat ensued. Oh and have I mentioned that he was a touchy fella? Tee hee. And really nice too. ♥
Yep, it was definitely a good night.
P.S. The photos are here.
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