FASHION WEEK

It was fashion week in New York and all the top designers were at the premier fashion show event at the Amex building. There were limos and photographers lining the outside of the building like flickering shiny beetles. The sun was setting leaving a lovely glow about the city. Marc Rapete was this season’s hottest designer. He stepped out of his double wide Hummer dressed in his usual attire: a sailor inspired tuxedo with patent leather squeaky white shoes. The tuxedo was also white with blue anchor buttons on the jacket and underneath, a white shirt and navy bow tie. With snug white trousers, he was a sassy looking sailor. The glow of the setting sun, hit the buildings and then onto Marc Rapete’s face. It was a chiseled masculine face with light lines and no moles. Marc Rapete would have squinted under the glare, but his massive anchor sunglasses prevented him from the need. The flickering shiny beetle bug camera people went bezeerk, as if Marc Rapete was a neon night light glow they just had to follow.

This show tonight was mainly for Prada bags and it’s new Prada line of Prada handbags . The woman representing Prada tonight was Evette Von Flute, a mysterious lemon of a woman. For a spokesperson for an Italian fashion handbag, she was an enormous figure, representing the shape of her bags and less like the models who wore them.

Evette Von Flute was sitting in the front row on the left side of the catwalk. Her thick black hair in large ringlets cascaded down her back, the top part of her curls was held together by a yellow buckle clasp. Over her fruity figure she wore a loud red strapless floor-length dress. The front of it had a large sparkly tadpole on the entire side of the dress. Its tadpole body snaked down the side and onto the back of the dress. She wore sparkly green gloves to match her tadpole and on her arm, she held the largest canary yellow bag, covered in metal studs.

Metal was in this year. It was going to be all over everything- from shoes to purses to dog collars. The fashion show lights dimmed and a quiet murmur came over everyone. No one but Evette Von Flute moved. She got up and walked over to the catwalk, now bathing in a soft spotlight. The dress shone in the light, the tadpole stretched across her dress didn’t look silly as much as it looked artistic, beautiful, different and mysterious. The crowd was quiet, all except the flickering beetles who were not quiet, flashing and clicking away, like other beetles, gave no concern about anything else but themselves. She received a microphone from a suited figure and began to speak. With a soft but fluid voice, she thanked everyone for coming to the new Prada handbag lineup. Then, throwing her arms up into the air, she said "On with the show!"

Then the show started. Colored lights moved about the catwalk, tall, skinny waif looking models came out one by one each holding a Prada handbag either on their shoulder, as a clutch or as a tote. All of them were colorful bags with big metal chains, clunky buckles and shiny zippers or buttons. Not one of those Prada bags up there cost less than a car payment, and possibly rent. The models could have worn anything and they all would have looked lovely. Each one wore solid black though, because it was the bag that was for show- not the models.

The after party was crazy. It was at Marc Rapete’s million dollar home just outside the city. He had jugglers and musicians strolling about the house, caterers and bartenders in all corners of the place. And once everyone was there- he toasted Evette Von Flute- to the Prada Handbag Queen! Evette Von Flute made almost $200,000 from that show. She donated several Prada bagsto charity and she even donated part of the proceeds to fashion education.

About the author: Melissa Peterman is a web content specialist for Innuity. For more information about Prada handbags or Prada bags go to www.designerdirectoutlet.com