the devil wears nada …
April 27, 2009 § 10 Comments
It was Thursday night. Along with friend LaCarr and my daughter, I pointed the car at the City and we rocketed downtown, dressed to impress (insert hilarious laughter here because I was wearing my “Charlotte” aka Connecticut prep). We were going to the annual St Louis Fashion Show, a “be scene” whose fashion really interested us. Nights out o take a certain amount of planning but throw some fashion in there and I’m downright giddy.
The food (which we did not expect) was excellent, shishi, cunningly served in black lacquer to-go boxes. Tommy Bahama now has its name (honestly people, he is NOT a real person) on rum. So rum punch was the drink of the evening. Adn there were goodie bags on our seats with very cool stuff inside!
The music was loud and mod. We talked. We nibbled. We walked around. We sipped. We saw one or two people we knew; they didn’t see us. We wondered where everyone came from who was attending , after all, St Louis is a big small town and you will invariably know someone when you go out.
Enough. I have nothing bookish or writerly to offer other than a wee bit of reportage on the show, from the point of view of what people were wearing to the show, not on the runway.
Black is the default wearable. Except for one vagrant hot green with ruffled sleeves …
Mid-length is most popular; above the knee is considered too short.
Dresses win out over pants/trousers for evening wear.
Shoes are flats or pointy-toed heels. Nope, no laceups, beltups, boots or gladiator wedges – not yet.
Lots and lots and lots of blond. All having fun, too.
Tidy hair, not a lot of the messy look. It’s bobbed, chic-ly pony-tailed or straightened.
Heavy eye makeup – very dramatic. Surprising, really.
Nothing extreme (except that green dress). I do like extreme, though.
Two beigey-silver dresses. They looked perfect on their owners, and that’s not an easy color to wear.
Only one (visible) tatoo.
A whole lot of smiling going on.
I have to give Nordstrom props for putting runway looks that were livable, too. The trick, always true of great fashion, is in putting things together, because separately, nothing was “drop dead.” In combos, though, the pieces turned the crowd into “cooers, “with plenty of ooh and aaahs.
No, Lisa, Nory and I weren’t shopping. We were all about a night out and seeing what’s what. I have returned faithfully to my closet, without a single stop (so far) at a single store.
I have neatly re-arranged my shoes, moved the winter “pieces” to the back room closet and stood staring at my standard wardrobe stand-bys, in black, white and tan. I have thought about what to replace. But for now, I’ll wear my black trousers and soft thin knit cardigan again with my fave patent leather flats until the weather really changes.