Unlike other massing crowds at sporting events or religious pilgrimages this crowd is intent on itself. Most appear to be studying each other unashamedly or in secret. One man stood in line taking pictures of himself with many different expressions and at odd angles for the time it took to go from the waiting area to his seat. There seemed to be no limit to the narcissism. This behavior was anything but out of place, as most people seemed to be indulging in this vice.
The excitement in the air was palpable, as everyone seemed starved for a brave new fashion. Perhaps the need for change has found its expression in a desire to alter one’s own appearance and less so in a desire to change the world.
The new attitude of the fashion flock is one of intense busy-ness. Everyone is talking on phones, texting on phones and taking pictures with phones. I’ve never seen a more focused group of people until you realize that many are tweeting the most inane things like,” I’m going into the show now” or “sitting in my seat” or my favorite, “standing, again”. If what people are wearing on their backs or carrying on their arms is any indication of the health of the nation’s economy, we must be doing fine. I’ve never seen so many Hermes Birkin bags in sizes from large to XXlarge. Each of those bags could feed a family of four for a couple of years in this country and for many years in a developing country.
What confuses me most are the soulless, vacant expressions on the faces of people I’ve encountered at the shows. There seems to be little pleasure. Show time is little more than an exercise of chasing the dragon for many. It seems that few have time to take in the presentation, the mood, or the clothes. I wonder if supplying a tent, security and a crew of clipboard-toting PR people is all that's needed to entertain this crowd. Perhaps they'd be happier with the focus remaining squarely on them.The clothes seem to be an unwanted distraction.