Cavorting with the fashionphiles
At Centennial Hall
My experience in the fashion world is less than comprehensive. I have some cool T-shirts and I'll admit to being an occasional watcher of Fashion Television, but that is the extent of my knowledge about couture until Saturday night.
Even though I generally don't care for any kind of posing, I chose to immerse myself in the pool of style, glamour and chic-itude at the Underground Groove's fashion show Dimension. The show, in support of the John Gordon home, a local AIDS hospice, received a standing-room-only turnout. Some 1,500 fashionphiles converged to celebrate the human body and the different ways to conceal it. Not only was the charity show for a good cause, but it also gave London designers a chance to show their stuff to a large, well-dressed crowd.
Aside from the lengthy pre-show wait, the production was nearly flawless. Phat tunes blended with funky styles and fabulous lighting helped the final product to be among the most professional-looking event that any Western club has ever pulled off. The models were sexy, exciting and looked like they really enjoyed parading around in the often skimpy designs. They couldn't have looked more comfortable if they were on Concrete Beach (where they will hopefully soon be found.)
The enthusiasm of the models and the success of the technical work were indicators of the amount of work that went into the rehearsals. Video clips and remixed music added to the ultra-modern feel of the event. It was nice to see the crew did not lose sight of the charitable cause in the blizzard of styling that made the event so hip. The video clips, on the subject of AIDS, aimed to inform as well as entertain.
Audience members left with a solid impression of the show. With the exception of a lacklustre performance by the McAuley Boys, high-energy was the driving force expressed in the details of the lighting and in the models' faces. Particularly intriguing was the slickness which this amateur group achieved.
The local designers on display contributed a wide variety of pieces, ranging from the best clothes to do ecstasy in while raving, to martini and Tony Bennett velvet lounge suits. From hip-hop sweats to "where the hell would you wear that" garments, UG's designers showed a diversity belying their inexperience. A sexually ambiguous scene of partially nude angels wearing G-strings got the libidos of the crowd roaring. Now that's fashion.
©Randy Gladman/GazetteTina Ruparel and Markus Templer strike a passionate pose.