Good morning! I am reblogging this lovely recap of the Canadian Women’s Club Spring into Fashion Show that took place Sunday evening. Thanks for writing about it and attending Emma. I must add that while I did stay upright, as was my goal, I was severely challenged by the fact that my own shoes (of course) broke right before the show and I had to borrow some beautiful but too high and too big shoes from a fellow model. So I could hardly walk! Nonetheless, we had a strong turnout and raised some money which will go towards the National Youth Orchestra of Jamaica’s trip to Canada this summer. Enjoy your day!
The title of this piece is from a song by a North London band called The Kinks – and it’s way before your time, dear readers (1966, to be precise). ‘Twas a satirical little number about the fancy, peacock males of Carnaby Street, during the Swinging Sixties when British fashion was simply it.
Carnaby Street, London W1, was a “fashion mecca” in the Swinging Sixties. (Photo: tumblr.com)
In the past few days I have been dabbling a little in the fashion scene. Last night was the sensational annual Met Gala in New York, where actors, singers and assorted celebrities sailed along the red carpet – some looking a little gawky in short skirts, others swish in yards of beautiful tulle and satin. The men looked simply dapper and delightful. My Facebook Fashion Police (male and female) sharpened their pencils (and their nails) as I posted two albums full of photos…
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