So there's me sitting at home, lonely as a pea, fully expecting to stay in my pajamas all day long.
Alas, there I was curled up with Geordie Shore, and then the phone suddenly began a'ringing,
With my uncle phoning to ask if I'd like to go to, drum roll please,
GRADUATE FASHION WEEK
Capitals are needed to express the joy my heart felt.
We had tickets to see the Kingston University show, on Monday, so most had already had there's. I got to have a wonder round the different university's stalls and check out all the places I'm thinking of applying to, and taking a peek at the different students books.
The fashion show was nothing short of superb. The sheer level of quality was almost overwhelming, and with each student you could see a definite aesthetic and appreciation for design. There seemed to be a lot of construction/deconstruction which I really enjoyed, as finding a well tailor design is one thing, but turning cloth into a shape, and then into a design, one which is well executed, is another thing.
So as to not overload you all with too many photos, I only selected, well a few, the rest can be found here
The 16th photo, which to save you counting is after the dominatrix unicorn, are the designs of Francesca Armstrong, who is actually my old art teacher's daughter. If any of you watch 'This Morning' on ITV you might have seen one of her designs in their graduate competition. How amazing is that?
Do excuse the random heads popping into shot, we were able to blag are way into the blue section next to the catwalk, but my height isn't quite adapted for runway photography. I have the running order of the designers, but my mind was muddled by the sheer velocity of it all, so right now I can't quite recall who's is who's. So if there are any pieces you especially love and wish to know more, I'd be happy to do some investigating and pass on details and names.
I literally have so many prospectuses as home, and that not even the end of it, I still have all my drama ones to come through as well from places like Central and Bristol.
What to do? Where to go? Choices, choices.