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‘SUP Magazine held a debaucherous, wet, drunk party on the 18th floor of The Standard Hotel in the Meatpacking District on Thursday. The crowd was an interesting mix of music and fashion industry folk and then the friends of friends . . . like me!

Had I known that there would be a massive hot tub in the middle of the dance floor, I would have sported a more aqua-friendly outfit. Thank goodness that I happened to pick a matching pink/black set that night! Granny panties would not have sufficed.

Xavier

The tiling against her dress is so wonderful . . . a black hive and swarming white bees.

It was a bit of a struggle to balance on the water daybeds, but the rooftop breeze and view were refreshing.

The evening was so much fun, minus the highly annoying encounter I had early on with a fifty plus year old man. He had the nerve to confront me for not going topless, “Why are you wearing a bra? This place is nothing like Studio 54.”

No kidding, you weathered fossil!

A few stripped down later on, but by then I was ready for pizza.

Thanks to our friend Xave of The MuseBox, we headed to an early evening concert in the basement of Brooklyn Industries at Union Square. The vodka flowed freely to the beat of two local bands, Living Days and The Rassle.

Thursday evening got off to a great start, thanks to House of Vintage’s Dennis Adamidis. A selection of friends and clients were invited to peruse his Parkdale shop over drinks, a full bar having been set up along the front counters.

No better way to survive the humidity than with a glass of chilled blueberry sangria!

Today was both Jordana’s 19th birthday and my cousin Daniella’s wedding shower, so we celebrated in style with a Breakfast at Tiffany’s themed party at the Thornhill Country Club.

Everyone wore beautiful summer hats, some vintage and some new. I especially loved the ones that Daniella, Zia, and my mom wore, because they were custom made by Lilliput Hats for the event.

Mom on the right and her oldest friend, Gabe.

Jordana wore a romantic vintage dress that she found at St. Lawrence’s weekly antique market. The best part was the ribboned  orange and plum crinoline, occasionally peaking out to reference the matching silk flower. I love subtle details!

Zia chose a black and white ensemble with yellow accents, right down to the trim on her shoes.

Cousin Lauren and baby Noah

Everyone was dressed to the nines. Above, Nonna looks glam in one of my vintage hats; below, a couple of our younger guests harness 1960s elegance in vintage frocks and hats.

If only every Sunday involved mimosas, party dresses, and amazing Italian treats . . .

Having missed the parade due to a photo shoot, I headed over to Church Street in the evening for a drink and people watching.

The eclectic crowd  - colourful trannies, frilly queens, butch babes – showed off their finest  feathers, leather, and spandex in celebration of all things queer.

The crowd was littered with amazing couples like this. Just look at those detailed Aztec-acid-punk outfits! Flawless.

The main drag was a pulsing gallery of wearable art . . .

and flesh . . .

and just general fubulousness.

Last night, I headed to Hotshot at 181 Augusta in Kensington for the opening of Erin and Leah’s second Rock ‘N’ Rogue vintage menswear pop-up shop. The evening was a total hit, complete with free booze and delicious sushi! The sale will be running today 11am-8pm and tomorrow from 11am-6pm, so be sure to stop by for an afternoon peruse.

Later that same evening, I headed to 69 Collective for Holy Frock, a soiree in celebration of the collective’s two newest members: Tomorrow Never Knows and Electric Eel.

As always, Emma’s displays were fantastical.

Just another day in the life of Ms. Leah . . .

and Lady Michelle.

Ran into a few of my friends backstage on night four, harnessing their inner animals.

Kirsten White of The Deadly Nightshades

Rich Aucoin from Halifax

Harsh Designs presented a theatrical collection of bubblegum munchkins, a heart wielding ballerina and leather clad animal warriors.

My partner in fashion crime, Liza Zawadzka of Toronto Street Fashion

I liked Felicia Burke’s structural detailing. Fashionable summer storm troopers?

Evan Biddell, relaxing outside the shows

Designer Kirsty McKenzie was all smiles after showing her stuffed-animals-on-acid collection

Rebecca Lam’s dresses looked like flowing origami lanterns. Unreal.

Fiore presented a whimsical collection of frothy, feminine designs in soft tones of blush, copper and gold.

Bird chirping echoed through the space as models floated down the runway, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of The Secret Garden. A beautifully executed finale to my Alternative Fashion Week.

Friday night was a largely theatrical evening. Experimental artist and designer Christabel (of Christabel Couture) performed “To Be a Man”, a cross-dressing striptease that challenged the idea of sexual bifurcation. The five minute piece followed his transformation from a man in a suit to a pregnant woman to a cockstrap wearing, garden sheer wielding, almost self-castrating androgynous character.

Inspired by the Russian avant garde movements of the early 20th century, Heidi Ackerman’s third collection for FAT – Construct (This) – explored her ongoing obsession with futurism and architecture.

Her sustainable fashion line often incorporates exaggerated elements, but she never veers too far from a classic silhouette. She’s edgy, but not too costumey.

I loved her metalwork designs and how she incorporated both jewellery and millinery techniques. The head fin above conjured aquatic fantasies, while the one below was from Arthurian legend.

There were so many influences evident in the lineup, and yet there was a strong sense cohesion. Another strong collection, Heidi.

Sans Soucie presented a beautifully made collection of not so interesting dresses. Every garment was handmade with reconstructed hosiery – patchwork stitched to create texture and pattern – but the cuts were boring and she recycled the same aesthetic as always. I was, however, impressed with her model choices, because it’s about time that bigger beauties got more catwalk time.

Cristina Sabaiduc of Romandin used an array of interesting industrial materials to create a sophisticated and forward thinking collection. Several of her pieces had a base structure made out of plastic netting, shown above as it was used to create a more structured alternative to lace.

Only after the show, when I got a chance to touch this dress, did I realize that it was made of layered rubber paint.

Here, Cristina used the same netting as above, but she wove long strips of fabric through the openings to create a beautiful material.

Though the most creative piece was by far the morphing dress. The a-line, maxi silk piece had an innner lining of magnets that stuck to the magnets on the tight, strapless dress that was worn underneath.

The versatility of this piece was brilliant. Depending on how you arranged the magnets, it could be long, short, assymetrical, rouched, whatever!

Asphyxia by Alexandra De Francesco drew inspiration as well as materials from the Victorian Era. Her work incorporated a melange of organic and reclaimed materials: hand-spun thread, hand-dyed fabric, vintage lace and beadwork as well as recycled fur and leather.

I know that De Francesco is all over the goth influences, but why did the last model have to mouth bleed all over her pretty bridal piece?! It makes me queasy to think about how much work went into that sand painting of a dress.

In Bitu was a largely performative collection that included breakdancing, costume changes and dance numbers.

One outfit was taken off by the gentlemen to reveal a mini underneath.

Two nyphs danced across the stage to the sound of a wavering digerydoo and held their ground against an unexpected hunter.

Then came the ocean creatures, complete with blinking antennae.

Then there was a little fluff . . .

a sexy buff . . .

and finally a beautiful bird of death, trailing behind her a collapsed black parachute.

My sister Jordana came along for the evening and even sat with me in the photography pit during the shows. It’s funny because we wore almost identical outfits, even down to the vintage lace gloves, and it wasn’t intentional. Fashion Magazine took a picture of us after the night’s events.

Now in its fifth year, FAT is an event as much as an ideology. Rather than pandering to corporate advertising, organizer Vanja Vasic continues to focus on the artistic integrity of fashion and its integration into various art forms, including film, dance, music, photography and installation.

The five day alternative to mainstream LG Fashion Week opened with 3 SOLOS 1 DUET by Marq Frerichs. The powerful operatic performance and accompanying ballet duet perfectly articulated the day’s theme – longing – by exploring a person’s relationship with him/herself and the other.

It’s a good thing that the Davidamor collection was nice, because the show was a mess. The smoke machines, intended to create a romantic 1960s ambiance, did little more than choke the audience (including an unimpressed Jeanne Beker) and you could barely see the first few looks through the thick, smelly smoke. The haze quickly cleared, though, to reveal classic dresses and skirts in muted plums, moss greens and midnight blues.

Joelle Wall’s work was well tailored, nicely finished and practical for the working woman.

And yet, she also pushed the envelope.

Epoque by Thea Barber was supposedly inspired by her travels in Morocco, but the collection was quite banal. At the heart of the line was a series of simple, nude dresses that lacked creativity and/or any connection to the vibrant, rich culture of northern Africa. The I Dream of Jeannie hair styling was fantastic and yes, she used eco-friendly fabrics, but I’m becoming increasingly annoyed with designer bs when it comes to their inspirations.

Ryerson graduate Hilary Sampliner, on the other hand, presented an interesting take on frilly glamour. The line, Ruth Weil, is named after Sampliner’s grandmother who left the young designer her entire sewing kit and name labels when she passed.

I was quite impressed with the young designer’s workmanship, especially her use of layering and biased cuts.

Photographer Stefania Yarhi has mastered practical chic, ’cause you have to be comfortable if you’re going to battle the big boys for that perfect shot in the pit.

Melow presented an uninspiring collection of separates that was reminiscent of The Fairies Pyjamas. I also really wish that designers like Melissa Bolduc would leave headwear design to the professionals.

You can’t just throw raw edged crinoline on a headband and call it millinery design!

Thank goodness for artists like Jasper Garvida, however. His 1920s inspired collection was breathtaking, particularly this wool cashmere blend. I fell even more in love after seeing the dress backstage. The black ground was a single, laser cut panel into which he perfectly sewed puzzle pieces of fabric and leather.

His capes and jackets were also stunning, panels of shaved mink being seamlessly joined to create works of wearable art. This piece was my favourite of the series, probably because I own its vintage Parisian equivalent.

I’m happy to say that I snagged a pair of the shoes from this show at the designer sale FAT hosted this past Sunday. $40!

New York based musician Jet Phynx

Philipe and I explored the many installations and interactive rooms that were set up backstage . . .

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