With a fruity alcoholic drink in hand, this was the only collection out of the whole week that I looked at and thought “I would wear every single one of those outfits.”
I may be biased because it was all linen, but they were freaking beautiful.
The evening ended with an off-site event. Surrounded by model stares and too much khaki, I left before the after-party began.
Fuck heels. Day four involved my favourite pair of boots which are entirely scuffed, have been worn 200+ times and resoled once.
That’s fashion, baby.
I got to see the All Blacks in their underwear. I don’t remember much about the underwear, it wasn’t ethical, so I decided to stare at their naked torsos instead. You know, ethics and everything.
I dashed up to a pop-up opening for Mina and Courtney Pellow: a breath of ethically fresh fashion air.
Envisage New Zealand made, upcycled and natural fabrics, and people who give a shit about who makes the clothes. Not how they look on skinny people under bright lights on a runway.
I could have stayed there all night.
But I didn’t.
Instead, I went to the huge show, and after party, everyone was talking about, and left at 9:30 pm because I hadn’t eaten since Tuesday and my bed texted me saying “I’m waiting.”
NZFW hasn’t had talks and discussions before, BUT this year they did.
Perhaps having ‘Ethically Kate’ on the delegate list made them up their game. Who knows.
10:30 am: “The Future of Fashion”
I went in suspecting they’d only be talking about fashion in general, not ethical fashion; but they did.
They discussed how hard it is to make in New Zealand (you can say that again!), and provided some excellent insight into the reality of many New Zealand brands struggling to keep manufacturing locally.
I was one of two people brave enough (or stupid enough) to ask questions at the end.
I asked if they thought that the future of fashion could change from a consumer level, e.g., teaching them to consume less and expect less new designs and collections, OR if it was a lost cause and we should roll with it and try our best to make fashion sustainably. “YES” was the answer, but how? … I have still to find out.
NZFW surprised me.
Compared to what I expected, there was more noise, less snooty noses, more ethics, and less body type diversity.
I saw a grown man in 6-inch heeled boots up to his thighs, more boobs than I bargained for, and made a promise to myself never to wear a swimsuit under a lace cardigan when I’m more than 50 meters from a beach or pool.
NZFW made me confident in who I am. It reaffirmed my style as an individual, and reinvigorated my drive towards making ethical fashion; simply fashion.
Thank you, NZ Fashion Week, for putting up with the lady who dried her hands on her BYO napkin to boycott the paper towels.