Phoenix Fashion Week Spring Preview: 'W' is for Wait
Does anything run on schedule anymore? We've heard of "theatre time," in which shows from the lamest high school production to Broadway showstoppers start fifteen minutes after curtain. Then there's "poet time," a lame excuse to hold the start of a spoken word show until there's a decent size crowd.
Photo by Adriane Goetz Killer boots, killer wait.
The party kicked off at 7 p.m. with a VIP cocktail hour at Bronze Boutique, a nail salon and spa within walking distance of the hotel. Word has it that there were people lined up on the street to get in; perhaps because the first 50 people to show up snagged a $20 gift certificate. At 9 p.m., it was off to the W Hotel's rooftop infinity pool for the fashion preview. Or 10. Or 10:30. Or 11:15....whatever, you know.
In the meantime, hundreds of highlighted blondes in miniskirts up to their Vicki's Secret thongs poured into the W. As one guest pointed out, fashion is all about being unique. So we were surprised to see so many women looking the same. Ninety percent of the crowd wore very short-cut dresses with a little glitz and teetering, strappy heels.
Then there were the originals, like one older woman in a while broomstick skirt, white hat and fluffy crocheted top carrying a purse dog, nicknamed "Little Bo Peep" by the woman sitting behind us during the show. That took guts, especially at the W -- kudos to you, Bo Peep!
Photo by Adriane Goetz Vintage prints are in, vintage prices are out. Look like a misfit in this too big, shapeless shift!