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Friday, March 14, 2008

HOW NOT TO HOLD A FASHION SHOW

Becky and I have spent all week looking forward to The Style Spy‘s Fabulous Life fashion show. With designer names like Chulo Pony and Kensie, red carpet entertainment, swag bags and cocktails, we figured that there was no way we could go wrong with an event like this. Turns our we were wrong.

In light of tonight’s events, I present to you… “How Not To Hold A Fashion Show”

This Is Called "Disorganization"
Photo: thestylespy07 on Flickr

  • Don’t hold it in a venue that can accommodate a fraction of the people who actually attend
  • Don’t allow people to enter that haven’t RSVP’d; alternatively, don’t require people to RSVP if you’ll let anyone in
  • If you only have 200 swag bags to give away, only allow 200 people to RSVP
  • Don’t have only one girl checking in the 500+ attendees if you expect to have everyone inside in less than an hour
  • Checking IDs? What? Give me a break…
  • Don’t advertise your fashion show as a seamless, stylish event when it’s nothing short of utter chaos [insert blurb regarding "false advertising" here]
  • When you state “Dresscode: Fabulous,” specify that orange skin does not fabulous make

    • Okay, so I’ve had a few cocktails and now I’m onto pinot noir. But buzzed or not, my sentiment remains the same. After waiting for an hour to check in with the RSVP table, the mess that was ‘Fabulous Life’ was anything but. We scoped the crowd to touch base with the adorable J-Sto (shoot me if you hate the nickname cuz it’s stickin’, baby), then ditched the scene and headed to Gastown to slip inside Boneta on West Cordova.

    Roasted duck, sweet n’ savoury cocktails and cleavage talk made for a far better evening. The maître d’ seemed to remember me either from my birthday or from around the ‘hood, but either way, he wouldn’t let us ladies leave before downing a divine glass of complimentary champagne. Class act, that Boneta.

    Compliments Of My Cleavage

    Bubbles

    Duck For Dinner

    Priceless Ladies

    My Poison

    And so now I sit here, adorned in my little black dress and moccasin slippers, inches away from going nuts over the party raging next door. They call it a “housewarming” and I call it “horseshit.” Why party when you can opt for red wine in bed? They’re “down with OPP”; I’m under the down with the Bee and Casey.

    7 Comments
    Phaedra

    shitty that the fashion show ended up being a fashion don’t. Bonus points though for heading to Boneta, and making the evening worth while. The staff and food there is utterly amazing. But you already knew that, didn’t you?

    Amy

    Sorry your night started out so disappointing. Sounds like it ended in the best way possible though…..um….except for the party next door. :(

    Jennie

    Sorry it was crappy… you both still looked fabulous!!!

    Rebecca

    Definite kudos to Boneta, it was my first time there and the staff + management went above and beyond (and the food was amazing too!)

    Jasmin

    The show was a total waste of time! Whoever organized it can’t find their ass with both their hands. What a joke! I really hope The Bay does not invite them back for another show.

    Jennifer

    I still can’t believe what a gong show the whole event was…so poorly organized! The best was that their “red carpet” ended up being like, a little red mat in front of where they were checking in one person at a time in the slowest line ever. So lame. Happy that I got to chat with you girls before you took off though.

    We stayed for some of the actual show and believe me, you did NOT miss anything worth seeing.

    J

    Great post. I love J-Sto! Make it stick. “orange skin does not fabulous make” = Word.

    I love your last line.

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