Anything goes. Regular (gasp), beautiful bodies strut the runway. People in charge with clipboards and headsets also wear white paper eyebrows stuck to their real ones. I’m pleasantly reminded as I head to my seat on Friday for a night of “FUTUREscapes” that this ain’t no pouty fashion show. This is Toronto’s very own 7th annual Art & Fashion Week, rebelliously named FAT. This year it was housed in a Circus School in a Bloor and Landsowne neighbourhood that’s part Value Village, part chocolate factory, part loft living and part desolate patches of ‘where in the world am I on a Friday night’?
If you’ve never been, imagine all the lights, glitz and countdowns of any big fashion event, plus musical performances, mini-makeovers, art installations, photography, performance art and a wild, artsy crowd. Add to that interpretive-style fashion shows with ballerinas en pointe-ing down the runway, models spitting black liquid when they strike a pose at the end of the catwalk, and sexxxy girls tied up with thongs made of rope over latex chaps wielding ice picks. Oh, and expensive water. You can’t get much more Canadian than that!
Behold, a FAT-a-licious photo gallery below!
~ Becca Lemire