When the invitation to the Greta Constantine show arrived in my inbox, I was instantly both elated and worried; elated because I’d just scored one of the hottest tickets in town and worried that I wouldn’t be able to put together an ensemble worthy of such an event. There was no cause for concern, however, as my beloved 3.1 Phillip Lim trompe l’oeil sequin top came to the rescue; the rest of the outfit just fell into place after that.
All dressed up and on the arm of Mr. Backseat Styler, I arrived at the Audi downtown showroom this past Friday to find that I’d been granted backstage access (thanks Jesse!!). Stepping into an unexpectedly relaxed and organized backstage area, I felt a little like how Alice must have felt going down that rabbit hole into a fantastical new realm. This particular world, though, was filled with glamazons in chic, gorgeously draped jersey dresses and bloodied male models in edgy military-slash-ninja gear. No tea parties here.
When showtime arrived, I took my place several rows behind front-row occupants Keisha Chante, Massari and Dan Levy, and prepared to be awed. And Stephen Wong and Kirk Pickersgill did not disappoint. Each dress was more stunning than the last – I’m fairly certain I didn’t blink for 10 minutes straight. After an entire Fashion Month of drapey dresses – some that worked and others that didn’t so much – Greta Constantine’s takes were fresh, stunning, and wearable. Beautiful designs paired with clever styling convinced me that the dresses would be flattering not only on a model’s statuesque silhouette, but even on my 5-foot-7-only-in-very-high-heels frame. That’s no easy feat. And when smack dab in the middle of the women’s line came looks from the men’s line, Ezra Constantine, the show’s pace and the energy in the room picked up even more. The men’s looks were so cool (no better adjective), I almost wished I was a man. Almost.
Sadly, any attempts to take photos from my vantage point during the show were foiled by glaring spotlights and poor photography skills and equipment on my part, so I’ve had to resort to runway shots courtesy of Toronto Life.