
Photo: St Andrews Charity Fashion Show
FS: A Retrospect
One month on, Laurent de Cardeville and Ludovincimus d’Amiby look back at the ultimate fashion show.
Ludovincimus d’Amiby: The immediate separation between the different ticket prices reminded VIP holders why they had dug deep into their wallets. Greeted with a cascade of complimentary drinks on their respective tables, walking over into the segregated VIP section was comparable to crossing the Rubicon. While the champers bubbled away in the flutes held by an increasingly excited crowd, the faint memories of a postponed event dissipated into the hinterlands of the mind. The Renaissance witnessed at St Andrews on Tuesday may not parallel the works of Roger van den Weyden, however the start of the night certainly signposted a most impressive turnaround.
Laurent: Excusing my friend’s pretentious and obscure references to art history, the sentiment remains true – quite frankly, I rapidly forgot it was a Tuesday at all, something I was reminded of all too painfully the following day as I was wrenched out of bed at 8 am, stinking of and steaming with the no-longer chic Clicquot, for a 9 am tutorial. That the organisers worried about numbers was largely lost on attendees – it is relatively impossible to make a tent that vast feel full regardless of the bodies you pack in, and anyways, a healthy drink made up for lost numbers once one began seeing double.
Ludovincimus: While my press-man-in-crime focused on gulping down every drop of liquid he could place his hands on, I, on the other hand, concentrated on the admirable silhouettes strutting down the 40 meter catwalk. For the first time I was able to appreciate the show as a fashion spectacle due to an ill-timed sports match the following day – which heavily restricted my alcohol intake. A sober perspective certainly altered the experience. I suddenly noticed the models were not as serious as may seem while inebriated. A bite of the lip here, a blow of a kiss there, the male models, some resembling the walking replicate of Michelangelo’s David (pardon the extra not-so-obscure art history reference), helped energise the ever adoring crowd. The female models showed off their magnificent figures which sent a sense of envy among the crowd as they brushed past the hypnotised onlookers.
Never had we attended a fashion show on a Tuesday, especially not one that was postponed. The tension had risen and the frustration among the people involved was apparent, as the decision had been out of their control. However, in a time of trouble, the FS committee rose up to celebrate their 25th anniversary in an equally majestic style as previous years, and maintained the anticipation for next year’s event.
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