Who: Rock ‘n’ roll groupies and fashion-crazed hipsters
What: Voltage: Fashion Amplified
Where: First Ave.
When: Friday, April 16, 2010
Why: Where else would we wear that edgy new leather jacket and those spiky gladiator heels?
My Friday night was plagued with one question: What do you wear to a fashion event filled with trendy hipsters and local designers who are all the rage? Admittedly, my fashion sense is a little more BCBG than whacked-out D&G, but I wanted to fit in amongst the fashionistas at Voltage: Fashion Amplified. After settling on a one shoulder LaROK frock, my black leather motorcycle jacket, and a pair of never-before worn gladiator sandals, I hit the road ready to mingle with the style-obsessed. After a delicious dinner at Vincent with my plus one (the truffle mashed potatoes made the trip to downtown worth it), we headed to the star-covered walls of First Ave. for the event, which merges local fashion designers with local up-and-coming bands.
Upon arrival I realized that despite my best efforts, there might as well have been a sign on my back that said “not her usual crowd.” We headed directly upstairs to the VIP lounge, just in time to catch Caroline Smith & The Good Night Sleeps rock out while models strutted the catwalk in Danielle Everine’s equestrian-inspired designs. After a few failed attempts at mingling—we saw the Vintage City Classic girls and our friends/foes from Tiger Oak—we decided it best not to compete with the blaring music and overwhelming crowd. We waved to Mpls.St.Paul Magazine Scene + Heard editor Stephanie Davila, who sat front row for the second half of the show, but a quick jaunt down to the stage level, where we tried to snap a pic of news anchor and jewelry designer Robyne Robinson and Project Runway alum Christopher Straub, resulted in a hasty retreat back to the safety of the less-crowded VIP lounge.
When the very tiny Mayda took the stage (seriously, she’s just below five feet), our attention was piqued with the little not-so-black dresses of George Moskal—something we might actually wear! Score! However, my jubilance was short lived. When Kevin Kramp’s collection of menswear hit the stage, I realized we were desperately out of our element. My plus one (who is more of a polo and jeans kind of guy) didn’t quite understand the floor length pajama-looking onesie, so we decided to sneak out.
As I delicately headed down the stairs—cursing the painful platforms I’d come to loathe—a skinny jean clad gent sporting a vest and an attitude stopped me. “Love the dress,” he said.
And with that, I headed out the door, head held high. In my book, the night was a total success.