On Saturday night, I got tarted up to attend Kismet, the Design Exchange Intersection
(DXI) Gala, a fundraiser for the design museum in honour of legendary and
prolific designers George Yabu and Glenn Pushelberg.
But I didn’t get the memo about wearing a costume. Hordes of
party hearties were decked out in everything from gold paint to gold glitter channeling
one’s inner drag queen. I felt like Hillary Clinton in basic black jumpsuit but
thank God I topped it with my new Balmain for H&M blazer which is very
Michael Jackson or the love child of Roberto Cavalli and Versace.
I navigated among three levels of pass-around things on
sticks and eminently drinkable wine, plus Cirque du Soleil-esque acrobats and
live music but I still felt like the
country mouse. Next time I will baste myself in sequins.
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| In this dynamic duo, the eye makeup on the
party gal at right looks like the greasepaint footballers wear to deflect the sun. |
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| Hats off to these women. Celeb milliner Philip
Treacy would be proud. |
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| Who are these masked men? I have
a naked lampshade that could use that fringe. |
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| Come with me to rock the Kasbah and meet the son
of Zorro. |
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| Zane Aburaneh (left), owner of Zane
accessories boutiques on Queen West and Cumberland St., and his pals, including
cool moon child in middle. |
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| I encountered this masked beauty at the bar and
when I asked if I could take her photo, she replied “Of course, my dear,” in a
deep baritone voice. |
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| This golden couple is the epitome of gilty
pleasure. If I had their bodies, I would walk around totally lacquered up too. |
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| Loved the style of these men in black. Who
were they wearing? Issey Miyake. |
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| Two lovelies in midnight lace know how to
strike that pose. |
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| The tutu skirt on this woman is amazing and when
she obligingly fluffed it up for the shot, it came out of the blue. |
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