The Carnival of Couture

April 25, 2010 - 10:30 PM

For the last few weeks, all the journalism students have been gossiping about the Carnival of Couture: Parade of the Custom Made Local Designer Fashion Show and Product Fair. One of our beloved journalism peers has his own fashion line, which was presented at the fashion show, so a lot of people knew and spread the word about the show. Not to mention the fact that many of our other journalism friends had been asked to model in the show-drawing in hundreds of School of Journalism and Communication students.

Luckily, my best friend has a lot of runway experience and is a bombshell. She is jaw-droppingly gorgeous, so when Andrew needed someone to show off his designs, Jessica was the perfect fit.
So, until this weekend, everyone asked everyone else whether or not they were attending the fashion show.

To tell you the truth, I have NO interest in fashion, especially the outlandish crap that they slap on twigs that flounce down runways-NOT TO MENTION amateur ones.

But then again, my best friend has been there for me for things that are not her primary interest.
So I grabbed our third best friend, Kinsley, and headed to the show. I wore my hideous dress. It is a below-the-knee sheath dress that looks like a neon-colored Jackson Pollock creation. I love sheaths, but the colors on this thing are atrocious. However, I knew that this event might have been my only opportunity to get away with such a thing (plus, it only set me back $12).

I was right. The show was filled with crazy crap that no one in their right mind would ever EVER put on their body.

However, Andrew's designs were some of the few normal things that I could picture on someone's body on a daily basis. His designs were mostly composed of skintight clothing in neon colors with a metallic finish. Luckily for him, he had a girl like Jessica to pull it off. By the end of the night, I wasn't quite sure how to feel about the whole experience; I definitely saw some things that I would never have seen otherwise including slutty country bumpkins, obese women in what looked like diapers, fur cuffs fitted for the wrists, a G-string with tiered and studded leather straps that went all the way around the hips, and my personal favorite, a man dressed in a leather bustier with lace sleeves, a flowing mesh skirt, and a neck-long velvet and lace collar with a bondage loop at the Adam's apple.

So I can't tell you that it was a fabulous experience, but I can tell you that it is one that doesn't often make itself available to you after college is over. These are the things that I want to collect in my bag of youthful memories. They are what make college years, and life, flavorful.