Anyway when we arrived, we were separated from the rest of the designers due to the sheer size of the collection (once again love to make things difficult don’t I). I still managed to get pictures from behind the scenes and all the going ons though. It seems I've ended up with a lot snaps of models changing, and for some peculiar reason it just so happens to be large muscly men changing as well. Weird right..
Through out the day we had rehearsals, fittings, tea break, fittings, rehearsals, more tea. The one guidance I gave my models was ‘You got mad swag and try to really creep ‘em the eff out’. In all fairness even with my poor direction the models were incredible and I know for a fact the audience felt uncomfortable when they leaned down off the catwalk and got an eye full of death stares.
I did a pretty suave little bow at the end of my collection also, I wanted to do a slow-mo Baywatch run down the catwalk, or fist pump the air like an athlete… but I was advised not to by my account manager. In total honesty, I’m not entirely sure why roses weren’t thrown at my feet, or pairs of pants by adoring fans. But whatever, not gonna lose sleep over it.
All in all the whole of the Sustain show was amazing and the atmosphere was electric, I'm hoping the mild shaking I experienced was from the excitement rather than the 7862382 various forms of caffeine I ingested that day. All the sponsors loved their dresses and I have had some incredible feedback, the kind of stuff you read and your insides go all wibbly.
So thanks Brighton, you were a diamond. And I look forward to coming back next year… although as I've just openly admitted to taking pictures of boys in their undies backstage, I'm not entirely sure I will be allowed back. Fingers crossed yeh?
