The highlight of today was Manuel Bolaño’s show. Unlike other seasons when I understood what he was trying to say and had the vocabulary to crack his fashion code (Amish-ness one season; sweet Lolita Japanese subculture another), this season, I find myself drawing blanks.
Colour blocking awesomeness? Nah, he’s more profound than that. 80s bouffant hairdos? Nah, there’s more. New York quirky-eclecticism meets California laidback cool? We might have something there. Maybe this season, he just wanted to chill. Not have any codes. Just be a modern designer making clothes, like Kenzo or Krizia or Just Cavalli.
Not that we won’t still file into the hall in hordes if he decided to go all no-codes on us. But he’s more fun when he gives us codes to crack. Just sayin’.
I think the organizers of 080 really struck gold using the Centro Cultural as the venue for Fashion Week. Barcelona excels in decisions like that, combining its rich architecture and history with contemporary events. Where else could a designer coming out for the final bow be made to look so iconic? Like he’s literally watching over all the models.
After the show, it was off to my exhibition stand, which was visited by lots of lovely people. Meeting people, or just observing their interactions with the bags, is where much of the fun lies, for me. I managed to get some pictures of people who I talked to for a bit, and who were kind enough to not mind me photographing them:
At some point i got a wee bit tired and began to pass my time as I have done through elementary school, high school and university: by doodling. I doodled a lot in that fashion magazine.
Tomorrow’s gonna be another full day at the fashion week and I very much look forward to it. As long as i move my being closer to the heater, I think I should be just fine!