Sunday came in a blink! The outfit of choice was a white linen unstructured suit, a mesh zebra top, a pair of Dr.Marten’s pony skin DM mules and a Vivienne Westwood leopard rucksack with a red zebra backing from our favourite made in Kenya ranges.
A quick steam of the collection (yes, this is the plague of every tradeshow) and a quick trip to grab some coffee! Who is the first person we see? Well, our Curve fairy god mother Althea of Althea’s fine lingerie. Her literal squeal of excitement told us everything we needed to know. It was going to be a very good show!
Our Liberty Romper was the first thing she reached out for, also the delectable royal eyelash lace and the mink coloured satin.
Seeing our dear old friends such as Robin from Lilibea’s and the lovely ladies at Birdies (all 3 are delectable) made us realize that our spiritual home is in fact, Curve and damn Covid for keeping us away for so long.
Everyone was overjoyed with our scope of shapes, our size inclusivity, our extended size range and the affordable entry price points.
New retailers were stopped in their tracks by the display and everyone failed our favourite question: How much is this bra? (Answers ranged from $70 to $175 and in reality, it was $55). Instant adoration.
The highlight of the day was being asked to art direct the Wonderland London space and give it a British identity. Martin Riviere from Comexposium (the organizers) and myself were the chosen team. What is more British than Alice in Wonderland? However, with 42nd Street shutting early on Sunday and with Macy’s as our only source, we had to be like Cinderella’s mice and birds, borrowing, pinching, making do and mending! The final touch were the white Alice bows and the playing cards and of course, the mad hatter’s tea party. Everyone loved it. See how we faired:
The last two days were supposed to be total carnage, with 50 appointments happening vs the planned 15…Tot to the rescue…Dinner was lobster quacamole, caviar with avocado and steak Bearnaise courtsy of Howie and Paul Brown at Dear Irving. No alcohol was consumed (yet)…Excited, but frozen with fear, the Gant silk shirt was steamed, and the new day could begin….
