FASHION Magazine

Back in February the fashion blogerati were all chattering wildly about the newly (and now no longer) redheaded Coco Rocha gunning around New York Fashion Week wielding a mic. The Canadian mannequin was on assignment for E! Canada, chronicling her life during fashion’s holy week and interviewing a barrage of personalities. The results, Coco Rocha Fashion Attack NYC, which airs tonight at 10 p.m. EST on E! (check your local listings), are an hour-long chronicle of model mayhem—makeup at DVF, a fitting at Michael Kors, agent meetings and house parties.

If there is one thing that gave me cause for celebration at Toronto Fashion Week it is the return of smoky eyes and bed head.  The ‘Whoops, I went to bed last night without taking off my eye makeup and there is no time to shower’ look is the only one I have ever been able to pull off successfully.

I had a chance to chat backstage at Fashion Week with L’Oréal Paris official hair artist Eric Del Monaco and official makeup artist Eddie Maleterre, and get the inside scoop on what they were creating for the collections.

Back to the tents for more fun and games.  Popped into the media lounge to check out the Twitteratti who are quickly turning blogs into the carrier pigeons of the fashion world.  But are these Tasmanian devil-style updates a fleeting obsession?  Only the tweets will tell.

“If Prada does it, why can’t I?”

This is dangerous thinking in the minds of less iconic designers, no matter how experienced. Ula Zukowska, a veteran of the Toronto fashion scene, showed among her Fall 2009 collection a series of crinkled garments in rusted colours and stiffly sprung shapes that immediately recalled Miuccia Prada’s much-debated Spring show. (Google if you doubt the claim.)

Rev up your air-kissers: Fashion Week officially got underway with the Holt Renfrew media cocktail party.  Upon arrival we took the escalators up to the newly-facelifted third floor–contemporary never looked so chic.  The walls have literally been brought down to reveal an au courant open-concept floor plan that highlights many of the lust-worthy labels that even those struck by this downward dog economy still covet.