Day One of fashion week was a quick and easy opening soiree. All the media, VIP’s, Sponsor’s & Fashionista’s gathered at the Alingi base for free booze, schmoozing & speeches… Well….
I turned up at the beginning and was waiting out the front with some friends when Ricardo Simich, the man on campus at fashion week, came our front and yells out “Good evening Sarge!” in front of everyone, way to single me out with 100 pairs of Quella Devill eyes staring me up and down…. You will see a lot of Ricardo hopefully on the blog this week he is a great friend who is more Auckland than Auckland itself…
So in we go, straight to the bar, stuck talking to some people I don’t even know.. Editors, CEO’s, blah blah… painful… but nothing gulping back the Champa’s didn’t fix… A couple of good speeches from Pieter Stewart, The Mayor JB & Rob Fyfe then the awards were announced and taking away the big Air New Zealand award was ma dope ass homies at Stolen Girlfriends Club which was a reason to celebrate indeed…
Things are a wee bit of a blur after that, but I do remember spilling my drink down the front of my top and causing myself to look like I was lactating out my left man breast… Speaking of tops I had this heathen sodomite of a woman come up to me and say…”Rather hilarious isn’t Sam, saw you in that same top last year at Trelise Coopers show, its Fashion Week isn’t it? You should change it up a bit?!” (WTF!!!) “It’s vintage now, so *%&* off”, was my sharp shooter reply…
A quick 2 hours there, then an early night so we could wake up and kick into Day 2 when all the action happens…
