Fashion Shows for Lunch

It's always worth it to skip a fawking useless calculus class to attend my first fashion show.
So on Friday, I skipped out of godforsaken math, and shuffled to Brannan St. in SF to the Academy of Art Graduation Fashion Show. And WHAT DO YA KNOW, turns out the academy shuttled out 15 Elite models from NY, and from I could see I recognized Holly Bartle, Sosheba Griffiths, and more.

It was a smorgasbord of student work, and I saw some good draping and cut, but some terribly blindingly red patent jackets too. I was such a noob at the show that I clapped my hands raw at the sight of a model's emaciated shoulder blades or a flash of chiffon overlay. Sad. But still fun.

So after the show, out came the models from backstage to smoke a few ciggs. My friend and I kept guessing if the model with the bangs was Daul Kim but why in the heathens would she be in SF. But my friend saw her Y3 bag, which you know, nary a person SF wears, because you know, west coasters think Hollister booty shorts and Bape are the sh!t, so it had to be her.

(The blurs are to protect the faces of the common people. namely me)

And what do ya know, it was Daul KIM! Let's just say I let out one of those embarassing star- struck shrieks, which was rather sad. I thought she was going to run off, because I looked like a shrilling slob, but she was nice enough to not order a restraining order and took a picture as well. In real lilfe, I can see why she's becoming huge, she has that commes de garcon modelesque style & quality you never see on America's Next Mediocre Model. And that was that!

Photos- Ma.donna Photography Co.

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