Though my secret admirer delivered an entire Fashion Week wardrobe, it lacked a truly spectacular Tuesday outfit. Luckily, up-and-coming designer Brook Alviano stepped in with a sophisticated, yet splashy dress and witty handbag to match. She accessorized with a Pretty Raccoon Clothing scarf and glammed up my ensemble with shoes by David Dixon for Town Shoes. Ms. Alviano shows much promise; it is a treat to discover a new designer.
Nada Shepherd is a designer who grows and improves each season. Her ATHENA collection this season demonstrated intelligent draping and impressive twisting techniques. Tammy Eckenswiller‘s chunky styling with bangles, chandelier earrings, and thick leather belts played well with the feminine, but powerful clothing. But apart from the delicious fuchsia finale frock, where was the surprise Nada hinted at yesterday? I guess the goddess Athena preferred to focus on the clothes.
Dinnertime in the media lounge served the same disappointment as last season: overcrowding. Those irksome bloggers always rush into our space (because they never conduct interviews or do work after the shows) and eat our dinner. I thought the increased fee would have eliminated the bloggers altogether, but they seem to be a resilient pack. I’m sure they’ll be gone next season; fashion blogging is a mere trend and nobody can identify a trend better than Lucinda McRuvy.
A designer who bucks the trends, but is always on-point is Joeffer Caoc, whom I absolutely adore. This NUDE collection must surely be his masterpiece. The simple, refined, and elegant designs must have been made specifically with me in mind. There is no doubt I am his muse. His wedge dress is an instant classic.
At the conclusion of the profound show, I sat in my seat, breathless, contemplating the meaning of life, style, fashion, everything…until I saw Wendy Crewson, vibrant in gold sequin NADA. At that moment, I required both a key interview and empathy from someone who could understand my love for Joeffer. It had to be Wendy, the actress who knows more about Canadian fashion design than almost anyone else (except me, of course). She confessed that Joeffer is one of her favourite designers:
“I adore his stuff and I have forever and ever…Last season, he had all those electric colours; I loved that, but he went right around the other end of the spectrum and brought out all the nude, which was fantastic. Nobody does a little shift like Joeffer. It’s always the most perfect little cut, beautifully finished, hangs exquisitely. All the shifts in this line, I could wear any of them right now.”
I could scarcely believe that I, Lucinda McRuvy, was left off a list! Surely Bustle designers Shawn Hewson and Ruth Promislow know how important I am to the Canadian fashion industry. Leaving me of a list? Quelle scandelle!
Not one to make a fuss, I decided to lounge about and up with Toronto Fashion Incubator Executive Director Susan Langdon, her Assistant, Nina Facciolo. and Laurie Belzak, the City of Toronto’s (fashion) Sector Development Officer. Eventually we were joined by a budding fashionista-boy, Matti Bygod, who introduced himself because we were all so utterly fabulous.
Then it was time for the last show of the night: David Dixon. As everyone knows, I am the biggest admirer of David’s new Town Shoes collection, so I could not wait to see what would come next. The show began with a grand announcement that David would be designing for Barbie. Lovely, but he is much too sophisticated for Barbie. I worried.
Luckily, I did not have to fret, as his WALK TO FREEDOM collection was classic David, specifically the last quarter, with ingenious “glass alligator organza” and “hand beaded cracked leather”. Yes, I will be happy to walk around the world’s best cities in David’s Spring/Summer 09 designs.
Another night, another secret admirer present. This one is simply exquisite and utterly thoughtful: a personalized box of twelve Perrier-Jouet 2000 Belle Epoque.
This delivery deletes one guess I had about my admirer’s identity. A small part of me hoped it would be Basher. I have missed him lately and thought he might feel the same. I do recognize that we are not the best match, but we do have chemistry. And that chemistry tells me that Basher is definitely not my secret admirer. Basher would have sent a truckload of Molson Canadian.
So who is my secret admirer? I am tired of guessing, but have narrowed it down to key qualities. It must be an international man of mystery with refined taste. I can see us spending nights together sharing this special champagne, discussing art and culture, lounging in my newly decorated condominium. Wait, what am I thinking? We would definitely lounge in his mansion, owned by his family for generations. Yes, that’s the kind of secret admirer I deserve.