I May Be Bad...But Not THAT Bad

Photo by Sarah Francis (and yes, she is wearing underwear) 

Let me first admit that I've never reached the coveted front row at a fashion show (other than as a tag-along) until this week.  I had nothing impeding my view of the Basch by Brandon show so it was, to say the least, intense.  The show tarted with Rihanna's 'S&M' blaring through the packed room, interrupted by an intermittent Zoolander-esque (or was it Wizard of Oz-ish?) voice reminding us that 'It's Basch, bitches!'  

Front row quickly turned to pervert's row as models stomped down the runway in caged neon and black booties, pin-straight hair swinging to and fro and mouths in full come-hither pouts.  Body-conscious mini-dresses in black, lavender, and taupe with splashes of acid green in the form of rope belts and leather wrist bands (all the better to tie you up with, my dears?) were more nightclub than boudoir - or maybe it's just my cotton-heavy boudoir that's in need of a little revamping?  Hemlines dropped occasionally to the ground which is where I saw actual signs of wearability. Regardless, Brandon Dwyer's show was totally hard-hitting in a uniquely un-Canadian way and I, while maybe not that kind of girl, still loved every showy moment.