Front Row Queen

Every runway show at the fashion week has its media politics. Which magazine gets how many seats, who is a media partner and who is just way to important to supercede all. Its a slim hierachy which exists and is followed to the tip by the PR executives. Those sitting in the wrong places are unceremoniously asked to vacate and move on at the back, where all you can see is the heads of people and how much dandruff they've got.

But there is another thing to be said about the Front Row Royalty. Most of them have no clue of fashion, most of them dont even know what it means to sit or just how to sit in the front row. At one of the runway shows I saw one famous so-called-fashion-journalist masticating a big ball of chewing gum in her mouth as the models went by. It was her idea of being cool. Unfortunately for her in innards of her mouth were often captured in the pictures taken  by the photographers.

Another thing about the media Queens in the front row is how they rush to the loo right after the show. The first time it happened I thought the girl actually was bursting to go! The second time I caught her in the loo while I was washing my hands. The girl had no apparent bladder problem, she was infact rushing in to check her make-up and fix her hair. All this for someone who wont even get noticed, worse would not even be able to talk any sense if she was asked a pointed question about the collection.

India seriously lacks sensible fashion journos. All we have are the ones who are too busy doling out favors to their boyfriends, husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends who're girlfriends and sometimes just because they want to sleep with the designer! Sigh!!

To Be or Not To Be...

Sometimes, there are things you do for love. Those are things which you have no control over and you expect nothing in return. In the world of fashion too, one does similar things, for example you could walk the runway for someone out of love or sit in the front row or be backstage for moral support or just be there with a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks in times of crisis. Recently, I too did something out of love. Sat through a torturous journey of clothes, worse through the hugely sad turn of events. The occasion you ask?  Designer Sanjana Jon's show.

 

I share my personal relationships of mutual admiration with a whole bunch of people, some of them are actors, directors, models, designers, artists and so on. One of them is the Diva Sushmita Sen. She was on the runway and I had to see her, more so because  I wanted to see the oodles of weight she's lost recently - of which I was being told constantly.

 

So, there I am waiting for the show and suddenly its the 3rd Degree! Hideous outfits bought from Lajpat Nagar reared their ugly head and took me by surprise. No sense of aesthetics or even a basic understanding of what is a collection was the obvious statement of the day. And more so, the celebs werent spared even.

 Then I heard the real Truth. The only reason Sanjana did  the show was because of a main sponsor, she bypassed the 'Jury' for selection because of the money shown. And then just bought clothes from wherever she could. If there were any celebs who looked even half worth their salt was because they were wearing clothes from their 'OWN WARDROBE'.

Well Sanjana surely gave the phrase Do It Yourself a whole new meaning.