Report: Nina Donis FW 2012 Show
At the Nina Donis show come in three hours. In the "DNA" hall, where at 20.00 there will be so many people that you will feel yourself on some rave for a moment, as long as nothing foreshadows misfortunes - the organizers gradually move the shops, adjust the light and sound. On the backstage, on the contrary, it is already getting hot now - in a small elongated room with a sloping roof, all the participants of the action bustle around. Hairdressers braid pigtails for girls, makeup artists powder their nose and give off cheekbones. "Nothing complicated, - comments the girl with the bag Bobbi Brown, - nude look with an emphasis on the eyebrows, Nina Donis has no bright make-up."
At this time, those who have already made up or, on the contrary, are waiting for their turn, dress up behind a string of rails. The process is led by several organizing girls led by Nina Neretina. She buttons and buttons on the models, and hair straightens, and how to walk on the catwalk, says. Girls listen and rehearse right there.
Finally, everything in the room is ready to run. Models are built in the corner, the music starts to play - “First, go!”. Here, the girls are still without those icy faces, as in the show, and even smiling and winking at the photographers. The latter, meanwhile, are commanding: "Masha, go down the center, you are leaving the light line! Dasha, here you are well done." I comfortably settled on the bench and I still do not suspect that in an hour and a half, three people will be placed in one of my places, and another ten will be stowed behind them.
While guests begin to flock to the show room, the worst thing is happening on the backstage. Someone had disheveled hair, someone had a wrinkled jacket, someone had a stomachache. Only a few girls are dressed, combed, calm and chatting among themselves. One comes up to me and asks to see the clutch: "A beautiful bag, stitched well." Another remarks: "You, too, are doing such things, and no worse." I am surprised at the talents of our models and return to the gym.
It seems that here everyone who could come, and even more. People sit, stand, hang down the stairs. The show starts.
Every Nina Donis show is like a continuation of the old one. Shocks are never expected, but in the little things pleasantly surprised. The new show did not send us to the previous collection, but to the one that was shown exactly a year ago: quilted clothing, fencing, but it looked more like the second part of the famous story than a direct quote. And the ability of Nina Donis to work with familiar materials in a new way is just what we love them for.
In addition to the quilted coats - caught at the waist, buttoned up along the scythe, flying away in a cloak and sewn of shreds - the show was teeming with velveteen. And if capri pants, narrowed downwards, were somewhat embarrassing (perhaps because of a combination with black tights), then wide breeches with two-layer jackets, high waist pants with tucked in tops, voluminous coats and fitted dresses were supposedly designed to sewed from this textured material. The colors — mustard yellow, swamp green, and deep blue — reminded of the forest. The guests around were whispering: "What beautiful shades!" - with which, in general, it is difficult to disagree.
With the end of the show, people begin to flow out of the room. In order not to be crushed at the exit, we decide to wait a bit. A designer Ruslan Bezus comes up to me and asks: "Well, how? Can you already say something?" I answer that I will digest everything at home and write on Look At Me.
