Photos by Pete Zamplas
The music is booming, the soundsystem in The Millroom
pleasingly righteous. But I’m not here for a gig or to have drinks with some hot drummer I just met. It’s Asheville’s nascent Fashion Week
, four days of runway shows representing a select group of local couturiers. If ya didn't know it, I like clothes, too.
The term “Asheville Fashion” could bring to mind any number of things: hippie clothes, for one – from the incense-scented Deadhead threads found in the touristy import shops to the truly skilled leather-and-lace work held down by the fine foxes of Royal Peasantry
. For all the slick professionals who can afford $100 blouses, the Lexington Ave
boutiques got you, but most of that stuff isn’t designed or manufactured locally (Royal Peasantry excluded!). And then of course there’s that amusing upcycled thing, but let’s not pretend that it’s particularly wearable to most of us.
It is clear upon entering the venue Friday night that the sponsor of the events, Gage Models and Talent
, isn’t messing around. Based in Knoxville (with potential plans to expand to Asheville), the established and respected talent agency represents a high artistic caliber, a concept that the cultural infrastructure of Asheville doesn’t yet totally support. In other words, they’ve got money. You won’t find any pants made out of garbage bags here.
And yet Gage doesn’t appear to be riding on waves of pretension or superfluous glamour. The runway set-up is unique yet practical, built into a zig-zag so it crosses aesthetically from one corner of the venue to another. A projection screen displaying the designers’ logos rightly serves as the backdrop. Every seat in the house is filled, the DJ’s bass thuds with anticipation. Most of the photographers are posted up at the end of the runway, their flashes peppering the room.
I am thankful to the gods of time and space when KatDog Couture
is announced shortly after I arrive (I’d only missed half of Diamond Brand’
s power-outdoor collection). KatDog designer Kati Foster
has been on my radar recently, photos of her uniquely Asheville-inspired designs tickling my Facebook feed all year. This all thanks to my friend Aubrey Huntley
, who has been one of her key models of feminine badassery for months. I’m stoked to see her walk this collection tonight.
Foster shows over 25 pieces, a thrilling ride through her current inspiration. Picture it: strapless mini dresses act as the base layer, embellished with an exciting variety of draped, cinched and side-slit skirts, hoods, and capes. From tulle-wrapped, clubby ballerina looks to earth-toned festy forest fairies, the collection is made to be extremely versatile, for wherever you want to look fly and feel comfortable. Most could reasonably be worn for three days straight at a music festival, others would be happy as conversation pieces over low-key drinks on Haywood. There are at least a couple I'd try to seduce you in. If Little Red Riding Hood lived in Montford and her hobbies included sexy acid-fuelled cemetery adventures, her closet would be filled with KatDog. I just want all the dresses. THEY HAVE ALL THE THINGS!
After the show, Aubrey introduces me to Kati (whose humble nature I suspect is overwhelmed by my new sense of fashion groupiedom) and another young designer, Tasha Lief
, whose showcase I unfortunately missed on Thursday. Twenty-one-year-old Miss Tasha studies design in Paris like a boss and is probably my favorite new person. I meet some other models and ask barrel-loads of annoying questions, but it’s fascinating to be in a different artistic arena for a change, the exchanges of admiration and of course juicy gossip not unlike that of the music industry.
The week’s grand finale event takes place Saturday at the Renaissance Hotel. It’s an all-day thing starting at 3pm, but I, typically, don’t make it until 8:30 for the final walk. I see new material from House of Fabrics
, Scott McFarland, Southern Charm, Charles Josef
, and Angela Kim
. Tonight I find model-watching to be the most fun, the range of body types, skin tones, hairstyles and number of tattoos appropriately representative of Asheville people.
There are some models though that look absolutely miserable up there. There’s a difference between a serious runway look and “I can’t stand this and am going to kill every single one of you.” Don’t even get me started on the walks! Ladies, I say this because I love you. If you really are going to pursue modeling you must
practice wearing high heels more often. This rough shuffle in reasonable stilettos is awkward and unfair to both you and the shoes.
At the same time there is knockout talent up there, and it’s refreshing to see it shine in a city that has very relaxed fashion & beauty standards. I hear later on that a bunch of models didn’t even show up (classy), and the backstage area succumbed to chaos, designers plucking models from other designers, clothes and attitudes flying everywhere. Classic! Mad props to the models who walked two or three times in the same collection. You are fierce.
At the end of our first ever Fashion Week, “Asheville Fashion” brings to mind new images for me: from swimsuit to bridal, well-crafted, cutting-edge, comfortable attire reflects and delights the wide range of lifestyles rocking this collective land, sans the pompous price tag. Sock it to me, baby.