And finally, here it is...the Boston Fashion Week 2011 post!
Sadly, my homework interfered a lot with my ability to attend shows and events. I had to decline several invitations in favor of Chaucer and astronomy, so I ultimately only made it to a single show, Daniel Faucher Couture. But what a show it was! Boston Fashion Week was quite a scene this year.
But first thing's first: What did I wear?
A Bebop dress (you can't see here, but the back has a funky exposed zipper), H&M faux leather jacket (which I mostly carried around because it was a warmer night than I had anticipated), The Sak bag, and THE Rockport boots.
Let's take a closer look at those, shall we?
Yum, right?! This was my first time wearing them for a significant period of time, and while they looked beautiful, I have to be honest with you: they hurt. Not at first. Many Rockport shoes, including these ones, use Adidas technology to make their shoes more comfortable. And man, do you notice the difference. I can hardly walk in anything higher than two inches, so the fact that I don't feel wobbly in these tall platform boots is a damn miracle. I was fine on the way to the show, fine during the show, and fine after, but when I decided to take a 10-minute walk down Boylston Street, my toes began to feel like they were permanently damaged from supporting all my weight. I have a feeling this is normal for high heels (I wouldn't know!) but I had hoped the Adidas technology would help avoid this. I ended up swapping them for a pair of beat-up black flats so as to avoid the possibility of gangrene on the way home. (I am NOT being melodramatic! Okay, so maybe I am.)
My friend Rebecca accompanied me to the show, and she seemed to have no such problems with her (really cute) shoes. But then, she's an expert in the field of heel-wearing. She looked utterly stylish in jeans, strappy sandals, beautiful heavy earrings (they pulled her earlobes but she informed me one must suffer for fashion!), a lace shirt, and a tank top she cleverly wore backwards over it.
We arrived at the Mandarin Oriental a half hour early and made our way through the lobby, up the stairs, and (after signing in), into the pre-show lounge. Now that was something: pretty little accessory displays, mixed drinks, tuxedo-clad waiters passing cupcakes on silver trays, and a crowd full of Bostonians dressed to the nines. We got on line to enter the fashion week tent located in the nearby courtyard, snapping photos like crazy people.
Everyone filtered into the tent, the photographers set up in the press pit, and the fashion elite made their way to the front row. Rebecca and I contentedly found a pair of seats at the back and waited for the show to start. The murmur of excited whispers continued even as the models pranced down the runway, and the audience audibly gasped over some of the more dramatic looks.
My verdict? Daniel Faucher makes beautiful dresses. Not all of them were my taste, but all had elegant silhouettes and really lovely movement. I favored some of the more unique pieces over the sparkles, poofy lace, and wedding dresses, but I could appreciate all.
Here are some of my favorites:
By the end of the show, the models were twirling about the runway in head-to-toe white...
...and I was ready to get to bed. After, of course, settling down with a cup of tea and a pile of homework. Ah, the life of a student is glamorous!
Did you make it to any Boston Fashion Week events?