By the way...I came up with the title for this post at 3 AM this morning. It's pure ridiculousness.
The Three Musketeers...
By the way...I came up with the title for this post at 3 AM this morning. It's pure ridiculousness.
Avni Trivedi Boston Fashion Week 2011...
Avni Trivedi's show was ready-to-wear and was meant for a business woman. Her clothing had a very enchanting and mystical feel to it. Almost as if a fairy or some tiny adorable mystical creature could wear it. Maybe I'm just crazy and come up with random things. I don't know. What I do know is that I enjoyed this collection very much! The clothing was elegant and formal, but keeping a casual, loose, comfortable feel to it. What was so spectacular about Avni's show was the Irish step dancing at the beginning of the show with two women. It was unbelievable and it definitely set the tone for the rest of the show. I must thank Avni Trivedi for inviting me to her show and allowing me to be there and watch such a great show. I really appreciate it!
Minimalistic Chic...
Notice the popped up jacket collar. Better yet...notice the CLUTCH! I am in love! It's like the centerpiece of the ensemble. I'm pretty sure her blue toe nails and nude shoes are matching the blue and nude color of the clutch.
The Transformation From A Caterpillar To A Beautiful Butterfly...
Take a second and marvel at this ridiculously well done transformation. My friends Nicole, Holly, and Amanda(all bloggers by the way) were able to take Amanda's(first picture) rain coat and transform it into jumper and make it look good! The lovely Nicole is wearing it. Holly and Amanda both styled it and wrapped it around Nicole. We were probably styling and arranging the ensemble for at least 15 minutes. Let's take another second and marvel at this wonderful transformation.
Mike&Ton AND Michael DePaulo Boston Fashion Week 2011...
(Michael DePaulo is on the right and his friend is on the left)
The Mike&Ton collection was pretty chic. It was very ready-to-wear and the audience is a conservative business woman who's trying to look good at the office and is hitting up a bar/club after work. I enjoyed some of the garments. I mainly liked the ones with a pop of color to them or something completely unexpected. It was executed excellently. Right after the Mike&Ton show the announcer told us to stay in our seats because a separate Michael DePaulo show was going to be happening in a few minutes. While we're all waiting in The Tent, a harpist comes out and serenades us all with beautiful melodic music. It was a long while since I had heard a harp and it certainly was refreshing. After about seven minutes the Michael DePaulo show starts and beautiful models start walking out onto the runway wearing breathtaking gowns. I might have fallen in love...just a bit. The details were what made every gown so special. I loved it! Thank you to Mike&Ton for inviting me to their show(s)! I really enjoyed it and I acknowledge all the work that went into getting me a seat at the show. Thank you so very much!
Many Have Tried But Few Have Succeeded...
I've seen this trend on way too many women BUT only very few have succeeded at pulling it off. In my opinion...women with shorter hair typically pull it off better than those with longer hair. I don't know why this is, but I am simply stating my opinion based on my observations.
My Boston Fashion Week 2011 Visual Diary...
Boston Fashion Week was probably one of the BEST experiences/time I've had in a very very long while. I met so many amazing people and saw some old friends which I had been dying to see. I was able to experience The Tent in every way possible, whether it was in the front row or second row or third row...I enjoyed myself. Being front row was a dream come true for me and I seriously thank those designers(whom I will mention in their own posts) who put me in the front row. Thank you to ALL the designers who invited me to their show and I apologize to those designers whose shows I missed due to personal reasons. I hope YOU enjoy my Boston Fashion Week 2011 pictures/posts this week.
