Twenty Seven Names NZFW '13

Today was the official start of  New Zealand fashion week, I had been wondering about whether I should get tickets for a while, but then the uni workload got to me and I completely forgot. Sure enough, as things do, it crept up on me and then I was ticketless, and unhappy. The day before the first official show, my friend Chelsea says she won two tickets to the Twenty Seven Names show which made me incredibly excited and also terrified. It would be my first NZFW show, and there was so much to think about. When being a part of a crowd of people with a common interest which was fashion essentially you need to be very fashion savvy. How was I going to do my hair, my makeup, what shoes, accessories, and the most important, what was I going to wear. I was still at Uni at the time, and was going to stay there until late so I wasn't even home to consider anything.

Nevertheless, I hauled ass in the morning, dashed on some orange lippy, and my shark print dress and walked almost a kilometer in blistering shoes to get to the show. Waiting to get in was a buzz, and extremely exciting in the simple act of observing. I was in the presence of a creative hub of people, whos primarily role was expression. It was all so fun. I admired the audacity and the cohesiveness of numerous outfits and pined over items of clothing.

The inspiration for the Winter Season titled 'I'm Lost' was the Belgian surrealist Rene Magritte (which is admittedly my favourite surrealist) whos work includes 'The Son of Man' and 'The Treachery of Images'. Twenty Seven names effortlessly blended in the more androgynous icons of the bowler hat, and blazers with their romantic and indulgent creams and whites. The patterns were whimsical, the looks fresh but somewhat very wearable. I mostly fell in love with the blazer and pants combo and the crop top and culottes, but I guess I'm a sucker for matching sets, and want to invest in an abashedly girly and a-line coat for next winter. Overall the day was extremely satisfying, my eyes were like saucepans the whole time attempting to absorb every look on display whether it was from the crowd or from the runway.


Lastly, thank you Chelsea for inviting me to the show! If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have this experience for which I'm extremely grateful. And the number of photos in this post should be a crime. Nevertheless, Enjoy!

- N

[Also, it was freaking badass that the collection was called 'I'm Lost' and the final song was Kanye's 'Lost in the World'. Great great great juxtaposition with a common thread of continuity.]