Triumph.

Gorgeous, feminine and innovative fashion and support lingerie garments fllooded the runway with such diversity in inspiration. Clearly, the orient and sailor-chic looks were stimulated and presented in their most dominating fashion. The only thing that was wanting this year would have to be that extra ounce of oomph. Where were the Vespas, the dogs, the topless-with-just-a-teddy-bear loud statement-making choreography? I guess I was just disappointed.



It felt so strange, being there and remembering going for this same show with Henry last year, with Kelly too. And Roberto was doing the show and he stole the limelight because he was cheesed off with the client. Then we made our way to Nude bar at Indochine for the closing party, and we took the picture that I now have in my wallet.
I missed that, having champagne, feeling a little bit more special than normal.
Doesn't seem like it's been a year.

Austen (my lil' brother who's probably not so little seeing as how he's 16 and towers over me at 1.88m) and I went to catch the Triumph show for this year's Singapore Fashion Fest. I normally wouldn't have had the time to, but I was curious to see how they would top last year's show, and since Aus had been asking me to get him into a fashion presentation, I figured: why not?

Tonight was special in it's own way. Austen was introduced around, and they were so in awe of his height. Apart from walk-pose-walk show, it was fulfilling. After that we mingled around for awhile before finally heading off for food and then walking around town. Met Mom at church after that, and signed some insurance papers for my Sydney trip. I leave this Saturday by the way, Sunday morning to be exact. 12.30am.

Excited?
Just waiting with fervent inspiration.

x

Noise: 93.8Live. Topic's cross cultural communication. Hmm.
Picture: Henry, myself, Kelly and Roberto. I've just changed laptop so the pictures are few.