L’Oreal Fashion Week in Toronto – redux

Though I only went to two shows this season, I had a better sense of Toronto Fashion Week than ever before, mostly because of Toronto’s crew of intrepid fashion bloggers.

TorontoStreetFashion.com’s fashion week diary gives us the pics, the parties, the excitement and the feeling on Fashion Week. No one knows how to make fashion week fun like Sonja, Rachel, Tiffanie, Irene and crew.

Carolyn Rohaly writes about what was brilliant and what bombed at Fashion Week from a business perspective. Scroll down to March 10 to and work your way up to March 16. Carolyn tells it like it is – and what she learned.

Anita at BlogT.O. gives us reviews of almost every single show – the best place to get the gist of who showed what.

They weren’t the only ones. It was funny though.  At TFBB we were all too overfashioned to talk about fashion week.

yay Toronto Fashion Bloggers!

Nathalie Atkinson at the National Post calls out her favourite online style mavens –

V is for verbatim — a shout-out to my fave homegrown style blog Fashion Verbatim‘s highly addictive mix of pithy celebrity schaden fashion- freude, well-informed fashion critique and fashion-mag dissection. FV’s diarist is just one of the several iconoclastic Toronto fashion bloggers faithfully attending every runway show and after-party, then enthusiastically telling the cyber world all about it — in contrast to the dour fashion journos who couldn’t look more bored in the face of beautiful clothing (I include myself, occasionally, mea culpa). Also check out: Hipster Musings, Final Fashion, Jak and Jill, Toronto Street Fashion and Carolyn Rohaly’s diary on the Toronto Fashion Incubator site.

To which I say – awesome! There’s only one thing I would change – (and I did) – adding links.

Carolyn Rohaly brought the article to my attention. Her response?

She calls us iconoclasts, which is pretty cool, though I never thought that we seek to overthrow existing fashion journalism. The more I think about it, though, the more I agree. You can feel our blogger excitement when we meet, watch shows, then post about our adventures. Traditional fashion journalists appear indifferent to fashion week, while we giggle, chat, and analyze everything. We feel privileged to be at the shows and we want to be there, which shows in our writing. All of us are happy that you read our posts, so thanks for visiting Toronto fashion blogger sites. Vive la revolution!

Yeah I’ll accept that I’m an iconoclast. How cool is that, and it fits on a T-Shirt too. I am a destroyer of beliefs, traditions and institutions! Why do you think it’s called Final Fashion? That’s right.

Bloggers love fashion journalism but what we love blogging for what it is too. The two mediums have different natures and aren’t mutually exclusive. If bloggers like a journalist, they read their work, link it, discuss it, and introduce it to their friends. I agree with Carolyn that many bloggers are quite content to be bloggers – and the ones that aren’t are looking to get into the fashion journalism trade, not destroy it.

I always find it amusing how the fashion “in” crowd act like the shows are actually such exhausting, tedious obligations. Perhaps the deeper your professional involvement in Fashion Week, the more exhausting it is. Going to fashion week without a single obligation other to enjoy yourself and talk about it with your friends is sublime. If you’re exhausted, stay home. Why try to see every show just to crank out uninspired reviews? There will always be more fashion shows, next season. As a blogger, I only comment on what I think is noteworthy and only go to fashion shows when I have the energy and enthusiasm for it.

Toronto Fashion Blogger Brunch was tasty and funny despite the venue hitch. Here’s this Sunday’s blogroll –

Tiffanie from TorontoStreetFashion.com

Eden from Bargainista

Carolyn from the Toronto Fashion Incubator

Adrian from Fashion Verbatim

Gina from Keep on Shopping

Henna from Canadian Beauty

Anita from I want – I got

what the click

The Ryugyong Hotel provokes my fascination with abandoned buildings… and white elephants…

Filling the void of teenaged fashion bloggery left by You Know You Love It is a new favourite. If you can’t think of anything nice to say… come sit here by me. She reads Final Fashion too… extra blog love for Emma.

Sitting on the edge of the digital divide as I do, I thought that this article was particulary timely. I’m somewhat of a latecomer to the online world (arrived in ’05) so I remember how it was before… and now, I can’t fathom life without. Scary. Are the kids all right? Kids today will click anything.

Speaking of my doomed generation, facebook forces you to face it… on facebook you are exposed. As a blogger I’m not unfamiliar with having a prescence on the internet. I know that privacy is a lie that the older generation thinks is a right.  The freaky thing about facebook is that that normal feeling of semi-anonymity is absent.  Everyone there knows you already and you know they know you… you know?

It’s not like the blog, where you could be anyone.  Even if I know you, I wouldn’t know you are reading it unless you contacted me specifically.  With the blog, there is always the comforting obligation to post content and respond to the content – it builds a structure and purpose around the contacts that I make on the internet.

So if you’re on it, add me, and let’s see where this social experiment leads, until we get bored with it.

On fiftyrx3 I saw this awesome piece by SANS. I love how it wastes so little material and features that fact in such a simple way. These people deserve all the awards they get.

We talked about this at the last TFBB, so it’s kind of old, but I really loved this Cathy Horyn article about designers tip-toeing in YSL’s shadow. If Dior and Chanel were any indication, it takes a good 20-30 years for a house to come out of mourning for its namesake and start afresh. The timid reverence for YSL’s overhyped genius has to die before the house can thrive under another designer.

By the way, don’t you just love how salty Cathy Horyn is? I have to catch up on her articles and her blog, because the woman is a pistol and fashion journalism needs this.

fashion week in Toronto

I just had the most fun I’ve ever had at Fashion Week in Toronto. I was there for the last two shows – Zoran Dobric and Bustle. I got to see some of my friends both from fashion school and the internet – shoutouts to Anita, Carolyn and Truc who were all there watching the shows for us this week. They’re the ones you want to check out for more complete coverage.

My only regret is missing the David Dixon show. He incorporates Canadiana in his show concept. Outside at night, wrapping his audience in Hudson’s Bay Blankets, and walking his models around a bonfire. Appropriate for a designer with a cool, subtle touch, whose clothes hang in the historic St. Regis Room.


It is a very Canadian night tonight too as that snowstorm from the southeast insists that no, it is not spring yet.

Zoran Dobric‘s show is the third of his that I have seen.  It’s fascinating to watch how his design vision refines and evolves.  There was slashing, embroidery, twisted silks, and printing, but this time it was more tightly edited and coherent. The room was packed, the clothes were beautiful – it’s a pleasure to see this work get more recognition. One shirt stood out to me.  It appeared to have been cut from a folded tablecloth with the creases from the folds left in deliberately. It was cut into a simple top using a similar technique this one I made last summer.

Bustle was menswear with a “country chap from the 1910s” sort of look. Paisleys and suspenders. The models were professional and confident. Though the clothes lacked the drama of a finale to fashion week, the show had great energy.

It was fun to wander around the Liberty Grand, observing everyone around me with their great shoes and best outfits, and talking to people. I think I may have to go to Fashion Week more often in the future.

face it, book

Myspace is so 2006.

Everyone’s getting facebook now. It’s like myspace, but people use their real names, birthdays, and locations instead of fake ones.

Within the last two weeks, instantly everyone I know is like “facebook! facebook! etcetera!”.

And like moths to a flame, so goes the internet. It is apparent that one cannot function in society this year without a facebook account.

Danielle Meder's Facebook profile

Admit it if you’re on it and let the social networking begin.

safety jock


My new material desire – t-strap Safety Jocks from aerosoles. I’m getting the ones in black. Thank you Anita, my awesome local shopping blogger friend for taking me shoe-shop-hopping to find these shoes.

These were actually the first ones we looked at, of course. I didn’t buy them and we went and looked at a million other shoes that were not as good. When I went back to Heel Boy today my size was all gone…

Thank goodness for the internet. Come to me Safety Jock. So comfortable, looks cute with jeans or dresses, versatile, sticks on my feet, genuine leather sandals without showing toes! I hope I will be wearing these shoes for many summers.