I can’t be sure whether this girl was bored, pissed off, tired or all of the above but when I snapped her sitting at the Aslanturk show, it reminded me of all those particular ‘front row looks’ that I saw at fashion week in both London and Paris. It was a look of sheer boredom that people made no bones about revealing. As models sashayed down the catwalk, they merely gave the clothes a quick onceover and you could see the disdain radiating off their eyes and the way their lips were pursed tightly that seemed to say ‘I have better things to do than to watch this tripe go down the runway.’ Even as the show ended, where you’re supposed to give applause, some front-rowers immediately left without so much as a polite clap or smile. I realise that the cycle of shows can be a little on the intense side and yes, a little taxing, and perhaps a regular fashion week show-goer can enlighten us and say something in defense but I can’t help but wonder where has the enthusiasm gone? Or is it that the shrewd and bored demeanour is a false front and actually they are meticulously looking at everything with great intent.
Even at a supposedly mediocre show, I manage to find something to be transfixed by. Much like I can spend hours studying things in boutiques, watching clothes on the catwalk is a literal joy for me. Perhaps I’m still very ‘green’ and ‘new’ to the whole show-going thing since I seem to have this overly enthusiastic child-like marvel at everything. It’s not that I’m not critical but it’s that whilst I’m present, I get mesmerised temporarily.
Admittedly, I can’t possibly gush and love every collection but I do hope that even if I become a seasoned show-goer, that my enthusiasm for SEEING clothes in person will never wane and that I never wear that purse lips, glazed eye expression.
(On a side note, I do love the way the girl has tied up her hair – perhaps her look of boredom was part of the whole ‘rebellious bored housewife’ theme)