Although Tokyo street style is widely praised – especially those kooky Harajuku boys and girls – Tokyo Fashion Week does not attract as much attention as the Big Four do. As soon as the shows start in New York, London, Paris and Milan, bloggers begin frenzied Instagramming and Tweeting, and the world follows, spellbound, but Tokyo has its own merits.
Last week, the most beautiful and stylish people were swarming around the city, psyched to be part of the excitement. Though neither one nor the other, (by some incredible twist of fate) so was I. I’m sure you can imagine the ear-piercing shrieks of joy that resounded through my apartment building when I spied the invitations in my mailbox.
On Thursday, October 17th, the first event I attended was Nozomi Ishiguro’s Haute Couture and Tambourine show. I was in a flap and panic as I was running late, but I really needn’t have been because so were they! Luckily for me, the show started 20 minutes later than planned. It was my first fashion show ever, and I was SO excited to be able to pretend to be one of the fashion pack. It was so much fun seeing all the buyers coming in and the photographers jostling each other for the best shots.
The decor was lovely as well, not your average runway at all. I was curious as to where the models would walk. I really didn’t know what to expect, but I was ready to be amazed – and was not disappointed.
The lights dimmed, the murmurs faded, and the first model glided on. Then the cameras started flashing.
It was simply spellbinding to be drawn into Ishiguro’s world.
The female models sported brown pixie crops and though most were not taller than I am, their delicate frames had my eyes popping out of my head. They looked ethereal.
When each of the male models hit the catwalk, I was kind of like, “Ooh! He’s really hot!” until they drew closer and I realised that they looked no older than 18! I felt really weird after that.
As soon as the show ended I grabbed my bag and made a mad dash for the exit. I was desperate to make it in time to the araisara show designed by Sara Arai, and I also needed to grab a bite to eat. My head was spinning and my stomach was growling away. I made it on time in the end, and while I was a little far away, I was chuffed to bits just to be there at all!
The setting was gorgeous! It was outdoors and luckily there was no sign of any typhoons and while there was a cool autumnal breeze in the air, we were high and dry. They had installed artificial grass in the garden, and a giant glowing globe as a source of light.
Floaty fabrics in blues and greens featured heavily, but there were staple items in black and white as well. The models were tall and slender – magnificent! After the show we had the chance to see the models and the clothes up close, which was an amazing opportunity. I am a relatively tall person, or, on the tall side of what is considered average perhaps, but I’ve never felt so short in all my life! They were all stunning, and every single one of them had, in Bridget Jones’s words, “legs like a baby giraffe.”
Afterwards I realised it was getting late and I wandered home, lost in a reverie.
As you would expect, I was so overcome with the events of the night that I couldn’t sleep a wink. I looked awful the next day, and my students told me so. The conversation went something like this:
Student: “You look really tired.”
Me: “I am tired!”
Student: “You’ve got really dark circles under your eyes.”
Me: “Wow, you really know how to make people feel great about themselves, huh?” (laughter ensues)
I was shattered, and I’m not entirely sure how I got through the day, but would I do it again? Absolutely! Every time!
I did take photos, but my camera phone is really awful, so while I have included them, I do apologise for the blurry and poor quality camera phone shots.
You can find much nicer photos if you click on the links below:
I have loved you and now I must leave you. Until next time!