For almost five years now, I have been a proud occupant of a tiny piece of cushioned seat in the second row of fashion weeks held in Delhi. On my “lucky” days, when magazine editors and bloggers decide to skip a certain designer’s show, I get bumped up to the front row, or the FROW, as I usually refer to it. Oh, the delight.
Fashion week is a strange place to be at, one that I thoroughly enjoy, shamelessly judge and endlessly crib about. For five days, I go through mixed emotions– from the joys of seeing a beautiful collection, to raging anger over delayed shows.
Here, I list out my observations, highlights and rants about the recently-concluded Amazon India Fashion Week:
News flash, guys: ‘Slow fashion’ exists, almost thrives here. By this, I mean that no show is ever on time. A minimum delay of 30-minutes is a statement. Your time is not yours at the fashion week, and you better understand that.
Sometimes the clothes are so garish and obnoxious, you wish the models would rebel on the ramp. It’s common knowledge that certain designers make it to the roster purely because they can get a sponsor on board. Big ups to the guys providing the music to these shows though; it’s usually the only good thing about those 20 minutes.