NZFW Day 3 // So is it all that glamorous?
Delegate passes and DSLRs aside, Fashion Week is not as glamorous as it seems. Each year, I set out with a series of expectations, and leave having satisfied few of them. Fortunately, I’ve always been more stimulated by spontaneity. If things only ever amounted to the level of our expectations, life would be boring. On day three of Fashion Week, I found myself dressed in clothes worth more than my bank account. I was sitting front row in the 7th of 16 shows I’d attend. All lights faded to announce the start, except for one. It was my phone, illuminating…
The Four Voices of NZFW: What They Do and Don’t Say
NZFW attracts a diverse range of clientele: there are the media crew (those who represent various magazines, online websites or their own blogs), the somebodies (ranging from dated TV presenters to successful photographers), the well-acquainted (those who have attended five times on the back of their friendship with a well-established designer), and finally, the first timers (those who have been invited to just one show courtesy of a friend, family or a winning ticket). In that the range of people is so varying, you don’t meet the snobby without bumping into the uncomfortable, hear the ponce without first basking in the…
NZFW DAY TWO // LESSONS I’VE LEARNT
Since Day One of NZFW, we’ve been learning things, and these things have not been limited to the nature of Autumn/Winter collections 2017. I’m talking how to balance your coffee between two laptops and two cameras, how to make a half hour journey fit into ten minutes, and how to shoot in the same time frame. Needless to say, it’s been hectic, and the lessons are ongoing. Here’s where we’re at so far. 1. Respect the schedule. I hinted at this slightly in Back To Blak, my first post of NZFW. What ought to be noted is that while recognising…
NZFW DAY ONE: SEEN AND LIKED
1. Free Champagne. Any event which welcomes with a glass of champagne – and follows through by offering free top-ups – is a good one. It’s not a reason to come as much as it is most definitely a reason to stay. Last night, the opening was said to finish at 7.30pm, however, people didn’t start vacating the scene until at least 8.30pm. This, I took, as a suggestion of the stimulating people, an equally riveting atmosphere, and undeniably, the fact the bottles were still bubbling. We’re humans, and we’ll take any excuse as one to celebrate – even at the…
Back to Blak
There are about 10 things that irritate me in this world, and 9 of them can be linked to my brother. Despite his varying talents, organisation has not been – and I imagine never will be – a strong point. We’ve been gearing for this day (the opening of NZFW 2016) for several weeks now: contacting back and forth between Auckland and Wellington, prepping gear, organising outfits, finalising collaborations, flights and schedules. For an instant, all seemed to be flawless. In fact, as far as my brother and I go as a combination, the way things were so effortlessly laying…
Welcome to Failure; good to be here.
“This is a soft generation. You quit on everything.. I dare you to take a little pain.” Back in the early days of high school, I first heard Eric Thomas’s words. He spat them with such power from my laptop screen, they drove me through mid-years and finals. A few weeks back -at a time when I needed them most – I scrolled down the length of my youtube history. It was a dull Thursday morning, but over the next twenty minutes, Eric Thomas would radiate out of my speakers. Here I was to rediscover the impact of his words.…
Loud Places
My haven at the moment, it’s in the middle of The Hub at Victoria Uni. More than a study zone, this is a locale for “social study”; a place which regardless of the books in front of us is inviting of guests. Alone, we dither away time between lectures people-watching. We indulge in teriyaki chicken sushi, the $8 berrylicious smoothie we can’t really afford. It’s okay, or so we tell ourselves, because the goji aids in curation of aesthetic study, and with all that vitamin C, in rejuvenation; lunch was curry again. For all it’s hilarity, I love the student lifestyle. Half…
What Would Rihanna Do?
Mel Ottenberg could dress Rihanna in a plastic bag – worse, crocs – and still, I’d build an argument for the way she – and only she – works them. It is her striking sense of style, her exotic voice and similar-natured manner that leave my brother and I at her feet. We are the largest advocates of this fierce R&B artist: who she is, all that she does and exudes. She, or at least the image we’ve created of her, depicts that of a golden girl; the girl whom everyone wants to be. Of course, while Tony just plain…
Dressing for Success: The Dos and Donts
Guest-writer Ashley Thompson is a freelance writer based out of Virginia, U.S. Her English degree is being put to use writing about fashion and beauty instead of Chaucer and Yates. When she’s not following her passion, she enjoys attending concerts with friends and wandering her favourite city, Richmond. Read about her ideas re dressing for success, an exclusive for Currently Loving. Dressing for success is an art – however, one that can often be tricky to master. A professional wardrobe should impress; it should mirror the determination we feel. Equally or perhaps even more so, it should allow for a sense of…
The Plainest Clarity
The problem with guys these days is they just don’t know how to throw a good picnic. I wrote the line above as I shared A Pair and A Spare’s guide, “Five Rules for The Perfect Picnic” – the absolute idyll of outdoor occasions. I’d hoped to inspire (indirectly) a young boy’s valiant act of love; more likely, of course, I was warmed by my girlfriends’ agreement. Then, their wishes for picnics in parks and perfect men. Sigh. For the most part, I stand by my comment. However on second thought, there aren’t many girls out there buying brie for…