Last thursday I had the opportunity to participate in a runway for two designers that I’ve worked with before. I don’t feel like sharing pictures of me from the runway because I think that would be egocentric. And because the style isn’t mine but the designer’s vision, I prefer to bring you some photos from the backstage.
At first, when the designer arrives with the marvellous work she/he has done it feels like the room fills with some magic energy, but at the end you’re going to see lots of the clothes on chairs, hanging badly from the racks and sometimes even on the floor.
Models will exchange shoes and almost everything.
Even with the most professional designer, there’s always something that will need to be fixed at the last second.
Excellent make-up and hair work.
Handmade shoes, they went perfectly with the silky fluffy dress.
Me without my hair done.
So yeah, there’s almost nothing glamorous about the backstage of a runway (a local runway, that is). There’s almost no light, sometimes no mirror and absolutely no privacy. Make-up is going to be done as quickly as possible and baby pins are flying everywhere on your hair. Once you have your clothes on, depending on the material or the construction of your piece, you can’t even sit for the next hours. There’s always someone who loses a shoe, a necklace or even a bra.
But you know, I still love to be there; the energy, the laughs, the creative people who work really, really hard, is something I find quite stimulating. I used to enjoy more the moment where I walked down the runway, but now that I have lost the fear and have more self-confidence in my steps, I really prefer to be backstage helping someone to dress, fixing someone’s hair or just sitting around watching everything.