James got backstage at the Stolen Girlfriends Club show venue – downstairs of the Red Bull NZ Headquarters – at around 7:10pm. That’s like, a long time before the schedule start time of 8:30pm. He said it was packed backstage and no one was dressed. Well that was the update I received via text message whilst exiting the Trelise Cooper show.
It is not unusual for a Stolen show to run a bit late, so we trotted at our own pace, to the energy drink’s office carpark on Mackelvie Street. It was transformed. Outside on the Red Bull building was a multicoloured light projection. Inside were a gazillion people. I think there were around 800 invited to the show, so I’d say that at least 80% of them were there when I’d arrived. They seated us, and everything was going swimmingly until I got a message from James, just as the majority of people had sat down: “photos are so-so. no room. you want camera? runway would be better.” I responded with “OMG okay it’s starting real soon. I’m front row you can sit behind me if you hurry, spare seat.” to which I received, at 8:55pm: “struggln to gt dwn where u sittin”.
By this time, everyone was seated and only important people with headsets were walking around moving things into place.
I sent a rush of stressful messages that I could see were marked as ‘unread’:
8:56pm: “by the photographer put”
8:56pm: ”OMG they’re starting the runway”
8:56pm: “Down end of first runway by photographers”
I stood up and looked around. I couldn’t see him anywhere. Everyone was sitting and I was standing looking like an idiot. I tried calling. No answer. I sent more messages:
8:57pm: “Yes or no??”
8:58pm: “Okay too late I think”
8:58pm: “Just get what you can”
When I noticed those were also unread, I gave up and decided I’d flag the blog post if all the photos sucked. That was until about 45 seconds later when I spotted a stealth, slight Asian boy rushing down the catwalk. He was sprinting, huge camera in hand, softbox and everything. People were looking. I stood up. He saw me, and practically threw the camera in my hands. I pointed at the empty seat diagonally behind me and said ‘GO THERE!’ He looked at the full rows of people and back at me and started to leave the catwalk before turning, leaping onto my chair and jumping over to land in the one behind. The lights went down. We looked at each other. We had saved the day! We had saved my blog! Everyone rejoiced and the show started:
Note: There may be a slight over-exaggeration in the above story, but we really did cut it super fine. More than we ever have. Also, if I don’t exaggerate you guys will get bored.
So, onto the show. Things to note:
The make-up. Check it out below, the eyes made everyone look kind of like the walking dead, vampirey and kind of like they were crying. Very dramatic, very cool.
The below sweater is probably my favourite piece:
Some of my favourite looks:
Okay, I don’t know who this model is so feel free to enlighten me because I loved her on the runway tonight:
That sweater, see?! Not sure about the studded crotch area on those jeans though…
The above look was my favourite of the lot. That sweater (I know, I know) and the printed skirt with the fashion hat*. So good.
I would say more but it’s 2:52am and that story took it out of me.
PS. Anyone else notice the tabs off cans being used in the necklaces? HOW OBSERVANT OF US. And how very clever of whoever put those together.
*refer to previous blog post