Dublin Fashion Week

I remember being in England one year during London Fashion Week and trying to sneak in. Not really sneak, more like act my way in. There's some movie in which Michael Keaton's character says to get into someplace you don't belong, just walk confidently with a clipboard in hand and act as if you belong. I didn't have a clipboard but I had confidence. That actually got me past security checkpoint number 1 but sadly when confronted at security checkpoint number 2 I lost my nerve and played dumb.. "oh my gosh, I thought I could just go in and look around."
So, when I read in the Irish Times about parts of Dublin Fashion Week being open to the public I thought I'd investigate the possibilities of entering legally. After all it was another London trip to the Design Museum where I saw an exhibit on Manolo Blahnik that made me appreciate the art and craftsmanship of his shoes and understand (sort of) the price tag. Who knew what new loves might await me at Dublin Fashion Week?
Designer Matthew Williamson's headlined the week's runway shows. His clients include starlets such as Keira Knightly and Sienna Miller. The public could buy their way into his runway show for a mere 295 euros ($390). That ticket included free champagne and canapes at an arrival reception, a goody bag, and an open bar at the post party. Sadly, I knew that goody bag wouldn't contain a check for 250 euros inside, so that put the catwalk out of this Kat's current budget range (I'm confident I could easily eat and drink 45 euros worth at the pre and post bashes).
So, I decided to stick to the Irish Times coverage of all the frocks, fashions and free food (oops, I mean included in the price of your ticket food). I was doing very well, and feeling every bit the fashionista insider. "Oh yes, lovely use of colour" and "a very bold take" and "my I do like the use of the flowy, fluttery, fabrics."
And then it stopped.
Very suddenly and abruptly.
A single article on men's fashion reminded me why those in the fashion know are overcharging to keep the likes of me and my clipboard out. More to the point, it made me think "what the feck?" (my new Irish way of kind of but not really swearing).
Here we have Commes des Garcons and Jean Paul Gaultier....
aka Crap des Garcons and Jean Paul Crap:

I mean really. Not just an embroidered vest but a pink embroidered vest. And not just a skirt, but a flower print skirt. I understand that runway fashions rarely make it to the average consumer as is, but really, I mean really.
And then there was the piece de resistance from John Galliano aka John "what the feck" Galliano:



That's all I have to say about that.