Denis Gagnon scores the best show of the week with a joyous tribute to romance and French pop; while the haters take potshots at David Dixon’s black lace.
Most brazen front row seat reclamation
At the David Dixon show, one civilian found her front row seat usurped by a few magazine editors. Once she had established her rightful claim on the spot, she eyed the space left between the tiny staffers dubiously. “I have a big ass,” she said.
Best overheard zing at the David Dixon show
“Is this 1997? There’s no excuse to put black lace over stiff white satin. Can we just put some purple lipstick on these kids and call it a night?”
Favourite bright spot in the David Dixon show (tie)
The exquisite round-collared cream mod-style trench and the bottle of wine in the swag bag.
Most entertaining audience fashion
The young gentleman at the Denis Gagnon show clad in black panties, a black lace body-stocking, huge heel-less heels, and a giant feathered collar.
The best show of the week
The clothes may have not been all there, but Denis Gagnon’s presentation blew the rest away, theatre-wise. It opened with a daringly long fashion film (which included a girl floating in a lake, and Gagnon gazing out the window of a cabin while sipping champers, natch). The show started with the entire pack of models emerging at once, and then skipping down the runway, one by one, grinning and twirling to a vintage French pop soundtrack. It was pure joy.
Gagnon’s final looks were a his-and-hers set that the models wore a la tux and bridal gown. They stepped their way down the runway to a wedding march and then shared a cute kiss at the end as the entire pit lit up like crazy with flashes. Gagnon finished off the whole production by jubilantly leading his pack of models to the end of the runway and back — the crowd went insane.
Overheard outside the tents, which just about sums it about up
“I’m sort of glad it’s over, but a little sad, too. Now I have to go back to Windsor and life goes back to normal!”