FASHFEST pulled up stumps and wisely moved to the Convention Centre for the 2015 four night extravaganza of music, fashion and celebration of those who put their hearts and souls into the fickle world that survives because it’s in a constant stage of flux. Today’s flimsy frivolity is in the dress up box before you know it.
Fashion is of course subjective and aspirational in its myriads of interpretations. Clothes on the other hand are a necessity for warmth, protection and modesty. When the two meld if the designer gets it right and the mega machinery of editorial, advertising, celebrity endorsement and glossy mags bombard us it will become fashionable.
On opening night with that frisson of excitement that surrounds an event of this size it was a sashay through the attendant photographers and press that welcomed most guests with the Convention Centre in a flurry of white curtains of the diaphanous kind to separate partying guests in their ticketed areas and a VIP lounge on the upper level with a view to the large wide catwalk at the centre of tiered chairs. Socialising was underway in the lounge and copious quantities of Moet was being consumed, with accompanying taste treats and a chocolate fountain for those game enough to indulge their sweet tooth.
Guests of honour were the Governor General Sir Peter Cosgrove and Lady Cosgrove with Chief Minister Andrew Barr along for a gander as well and being VIP’s front and centre was their allocated seating spot. Visually the super screens provided the impact and once again the music produced for the show was exceptional.
The production presented some excellent work, some weird and wacky styling, well sourced fabrics and dare I say it some very neat little bottoms for the undies. And some designs that make me laugh with the flower faces of Luke Chiswell’s models and the dystopian gas masks for Perpetually Five + Clare among them. That’s why we love fashion, it has the ability to make you feel good and look good. It can also make you look ridiculous. Choosing what to wear creates your individual style. Not many have it and on this opening night the adage that you’re born with style was evident. Good taste you can learn, style is elusive........