Me, some dude, Mika and another dude at the Joburg Art Gallery before the show.

Forgive me for jumping back and forth between fashion week days, I’m suffering from severe fashion fatigue over here.

Friday night, for Day 3, I headed over to the Johannesburg Art Gallery for the Stiaan Louw/ Thula Sindi shows.

[Excuse me while I rant a bit]

I don’t have much to say about Stiaan’s collection as I could barely see anything, given that I was seated in the fifth row. Now, I’m not the type of person who has any desire to ‘be seen’ in the front row, but it annoys me when things are disorganised and when seats reserved for media are occupied by people who claim to be ‘show producers’ (dude, I ain’t never seen you) and their dates. Since when has fashion week been a +1 event? Why is my seat being occupied by someone who is there as a date? First there was the crush at the show venue door. Then the PR person giving me a hard time despite my accreditation tag (check my credentials). And the unknown person and her date and the countless people like them occupying media seats. This just isn’t on. 

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Onto more important matters: the clothes.

I loved the colours, I loved the draping, but I often ask myself whether this is aimed at male or female consumers because I’d wear it, while very few of my male media colleagues were excited by this. The tunics, burnt oranges, browns, accessories, still hot, though:

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