Credits to The Gazette

From the point of view of Vanzilla;
Last night at 5:30 p.m., our camera girl Shanicka and I made our way to Montreal Fashion Week's kick off cocktail party, where she discovered and I recalled that the fashion world is not as glamorous as it's cut out to be. The two hours we had before the DUY runway show basically constituted of drowning in (very well dressed) media, waiting in line-ups, and trying to figure out the confusing layout that is Marche Bonsecours. Fortunately, we were able to look past these details and see the bigger, brighter picture: The room was gorgeous, the people were gorgeous, the fashion was wild, and the free stuff, well...you get the idea. The only thing left to do was find Matthew and make our way to DUY, a show by a designer that I have adored ever since the purchase of my first DUY piece: a purple sequin cocktail dress. 

The show was fantastic, impressing even the biggest of skeptics (COUGH* MATTHEW COUGH*). As usual in his work, the clothing was cut geometrically and stuck out bizarrely, in the absolute best way possible. Wouldn't you agree that the truly bizarre creations are the only ones that are really worthwhile? The mainly dark palette of the line let the audience truly notice the beauty of the clothing, which seemed to hover stiffly over the models. The minuscule lace details and the hard shapes DUY applied to his dresses were breathtaking and complemented each other perfectly, making the show a complete success. 

From the point of view of Matthew;
Take all pre-conceived notions you can have about a fashion show and throw and flush them down the toilet. I used to think that a fashion show mainly featured foolish, impractical apparel fit only for circus performers on LSD. However, DUY’s was anything but. Seeing how this is the first show I’ve ever attended, I was very captivated. Everywhere I turned there were radiant females… Not necessarily a good thing, as I was cautious about getting my Jordans trampled by offending heels— as you can see, I have my priorities in check. The clothes being modeled were very nice, sensible… functional, and the music was excessively enjoyable; a truly gratifying and eye-opening experience. I’m hoping I’ll get to attend one again very soon. 

Also, as if the night couldn’t get any better, I got to see titties. Model titties. The fuck you doin?

Some of our pictures of the show are below.