As you might have noticed from the last couple of posts, I
spent last week in Johannesburg. Now besides all the other drunken mischief I
got up up to, the main reason for my visit was to attend Mr Price & Elle’s
Rising Star Design Award show. And it really was a fantastic way to end my week
there. As a fashion school graduate, I am really passionate about young
designers and the work they put out. It truly is not the easiest of careers,
fashion schools all around the country are pumping out thousands of graduates,
most of whom will never show another fashion range after their graduate show.
Yes I am one of those; to be honest I never really had the required patience,
discipline and business acumen. So I’m always happy when competitions like this
come around to encourage young designers, and I was also happy the judging was
not done on creativity alone but also on
a certain level of potential to turn design ability into a viable business,
because sweet skat designers also have to make a living, plus we’ve seen too
many designers win competitions and then not be able to sustain careers. Of
course it’s not all as simple as I might be making it out to be, there are a
variety of factors at play, but that’s another discussion for another night. So
without further rambling, here be the pics:
ELLE RISING STAR 2011 WINNER, KELLY ESTERHUYSE
ELLE RISING STAR 2012 WINNER, JANE ELIZABETH KOTZE
SHEENA ANN UNWIN
RUAN JOOSTE
ELLI-NICOLE SAZEIDES
GABRIELLE DARNE
TAMARA CHERIE DYSON
ANMARI HONIBALL
SINDISO KHUMALO
AND LATER AT THE AFTERPARTY
AND EVEN LATER AT KITCHENERS
A couple of days before the show, my friend Fumi and I
decided to cancel our flights and do a slow roadtrip back home to Cape Town. So
after hooking up a car, we thought we’d try out the N14 and the N7 through the
Kalahari, neither of us had ever taken that route so we decided it was about
damn time. It was fun. We checked out cool countryside houses (cool to us
anyway)
We amused ourselves with the mundane
We saw gay unicorns (gunicorns, ngunicorns if they’re gay
and xhosa), we were tempted to ride them hard but we didn’t.
The Joburg traffic and rush now a distant memory, we chilled
into a more Capetonian temperament and enjoyed a boozy Sunday afternoon in the
sun, and contemplated tweeting Helen about the shortage of cycling lanes in Sea
Point.
Then I got home and told my cats all about it, they’re big
Elle fans so they were so mad they swore never to let me enter them in
competitions again. Dammit, and the Nationals are just around the corner and
that Grand Supreme prize is so close. Oh well, there goes my dream of owning
the best pussy in the country.
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