Indashio Backstage and Runway: Fall/Winter 2010

I navigated the tumult of the backstage pre-show preparation to rendez-vous with Indashio for his Fall 2010 runway show at Tenjune. Purpose of rendez-vous: to pose my interview question.
I asked Indashio to discuss his primary inspiration. He said that he is obsessed with the idea of the Hollywood red carpet runway — the glitz, the glamour, the hoopla. He gave me his full attention in a charming, warm, and ingratiating manner.
Since the show was about to go on, I was exceedingly impressed with his willingness to welcome me within the purview of his orbit. He wore jeans, a beret, and a Michael Jackson-type military jacket adorned with a sparkling silver design.
And so ends my description of clothing. The usual fashion show has ushers leading the audience to numbered seats in an orderly manner. This was no usual fashion show. This was a disorderly exceeding crowded cocktail party. An announcer extorted the audience to clear the middle of the floor so that the models could have room to walk. My second row seat was blocked by many layers of people standing in front of me.
It was an OMG moment. I was there to see clothes and it was not possible for me to see clothes. So, following the lead of those around me, I climbed on top of a table to enhance my view. (Luckily, since I am far from model thin, my weight did not break the table! Ok, ok I’m exaggerating; there were two other people standing with me on the table.) This new vantage point afforded me the opportunity only to see the models’ heads. They wore very over the top Hollywood-esque sun glasses adorned with hanging strands of beads.
So there I was standing on top of a table having a cow because I couldn’t see clothes. Since I was taught to make do with what I have, I stared intensely at the models’ heads. The models were exaggeratedly acting out the part of actresses walking the red carpet. And then it hit me.
Clothes were not the primary point of this show. With Indashio’s answer to my question in mind, I realized that his main intention was to turn his show into a recreation of the red carpet experience. He made a stage set in which the audience participated in his vision. The audience, no sedate garden variety audience watching models devoid of individuality, acted like a raucous red carpet audience straining to see models playing the part of actresses.
This audience participation stage show was a great success. As I stood on top of the table groovin’ to the great background music, I thoroughly enjoying playing my part. Bravo, Indashio! Encore! (And last but not least, my role in the performance thankfully did not entail breaking a leg — neither my own leg or a table leg.)