There was a time, not too long ago, when Montreal had Montreal Fashion Week twice a year! Hélas Toronto has won the runaway capital but I still believe style is here!... my humble opinion. We also have another platform to show Montreal design talents, name the Montreal Fashion & Design Festival... and yet again it is no longer showing during the Grand Prix, but in mid-August! When the MFDF was coordonnated with our annual Montreal Grand Prix (#grandprixweekend) ! It brought all aspects of our urban fabric together: sports, culinary, arts, fashion, clubbing,etc...) and made our city shine for everything it truely is: A city filled and inhabited by beauty.
I have always been a proud born&raise Montreal girl, attentive to our many festivals and I was always fond of my fashion crowds. I always support all of my Art & Fashion crowd! ALWAYS I launched ERA Vintage Wear during the Montreal Fashion Week March 2005 edition F/W2005 shows. I did it with with a Big Bang because I wanted to share what I was doing with everyone that knew me. It worked out beautifully and if you refer to our Media/press section there are good write ups on it.
And over the last decades I have shown with both but I was always a fan of showing my work during the Grand Prix de Montreal because the effervescence energized me and I would sketch the look book (aka the artistic direction) and I would get carried away and even the Press kit had a gloss colored copy of the look book. I thought this way it tied my entire idea together and made it clear.
So it is Grand Prix weekend in Montreal & I have a strong desire to put on another show in a near future, because it is a wonderful way to share with all my ERA Girls! So don't be surprise if you get an invitation and I sure hope that some of you make it FRONT ROW of course.xx
‘For some young fashion lovers, the hottest place to shop is mother’s closet’
Every young girl has done it- cracked open the door of her mother’s closet and peeked inside, gently touching the silk skirt of a gown here and stroking the furry fringe of a coat there. If she’s brave enough, she’ll even dare to slip on a dress, hike up the trailing hem and strike a pose in front of the mirror. For that dark, cool closet is hallowed ground, and its holy grail are carefully tucked inside garment bags and hung on racks while they wait for their next turn in the spotlight.
But then the girl grows up, the clothes starts to fit and that closet starts to look more like a boutique then a big box of dress-up clothes.
For some, like me, shopping Chez Mom, was an enviably easy task. Since we had same tastes, there was a lot of pieces I liked. It was always sort of last minute- I would need a jean jacket that makes this outfit more casual.
Over the year, I have acquired more unusual pieces. I have assembled a collection of LBD (Little Black Dresses) from all era of and style, from the early 20’s to now, which have caught my own daughter eyes. It has always delighted me to lend them to her as my mom had done for me. For the most part I do share peaceful sartorial relationship with my daughter but I do have boundaries ‘’the very expensive collectable and fragile stuff is off-limits. Especially if she is going to a party and people are going to mess it up with drinks, food and make-up.
I’m sort of nervous with the borrowing of some gowns. Borrowing can be tricky. I have to not be in a fat phase or if it’s a certain time of the month, no one can come near my closet not even my own daughter! I do enjoy sharing my closet with my more conservative daughter. What I like to do with her is accessorize If she says ‘’ I’m just going to wear this minimalist black LBD, then I will say ’’ well, you should stop by the shoes inventory’’. It’s like playing stylist!
In many lucky cases, symbiotic fashion relationships are a family tradition. For example, since I regularly go on shopping sprees for ERA VINTAGE WEAR, returning with Courrèges ,Dior, etc… It is no surprise that my daughter has made a regular habit of popping into my closet for a quick fix.
I will let my daughter take anything. She has pulled out my black Chanel boots for a New Year’s bash and everyone was asking her what those were and what year, and materials. However, I don’t always love our open-door policy. If she does not bring them back it’s bad. I have a fairly organised closet (a bedroom completely transform) I have specific sections for everything: clothes, belts, sunglasses, jewelry, scarves, etc… Its great when I want or she wants to do a walk in- walk out raid, because you can find everything.
A girl takes a mental note of the stock of her mother’s fripperies. There is something from childhood, when your mother is getting ready and you see her as a princess. You become obsess with the transformation.
I would see my mom get dressed and put on her perfume L’Air du Temps, and go out with my dad, and I would think ‘’Someday maybe I can wear a Yves St-Laurent dress that twinkles all over’’ and sky high stylettos.
My childhood dream came true after waiting patiently: one day when I was able to borrow a white strapless silk jersey jumpsuit suit my mom wore to Studio 54 for my Prom night, I felt like the queen of it all in it! I was secretly a little nervous because it is not easy – it’s white , it’s strapless and I am 16!... But she told me never wear anything that has more attitude then you do…. but I had attitude and I went with it and didn’t care.
I also felt like that when I wore my first fur coat at 19. The fantasy materialised after my mom passed away. It was sentimental but I had wait all my life to wear it: white silver fox short coat. I remember thinking it was the most beautiful thing and being from Montreal, I felt no guilt as we must find ways to be stylish in subzero climat.
But there’s more to the appeal of the hand-me-down frock than a famous label and a couple of ostrich feathers. It’s something that somebody you love very much cared about. It meant something to them, and when you wear that, you feel special.