If there was any doubt as to the staying power of Dunedin's
fashion fraternity, today's Di Lusso iD Designer Sale
certainly eliminated all concern.
The ultimate who's who go-to of Dunedin fashion opened their
stores, hearts and minds for the third year in a row to the
dedicated shopping public at the Dunedin Public Art Gallery
in the ultimate kick-off to Fashion Week.
Featuring NOM*D, Charmaine Reveley, Jane Sutherland, Plume
and DADA to name a few, the collections on offer provided
enough variety to tantalise even the most discerning fashion
Feeling like a happy, blonde, less busty version of Catherine
Zeta-Jones in ''Entrapment'', I merrily wandered through the
sea of fabric and discarded coathangers until I realised,
suddenly, there was more. The Pamper Lounge. It was just
around the corner.
For those prone to a little overexcitement, the Di Lusso
Pamper Lounge provided the ultimate calm-down pick-me-up, a
state of the art location for shopping restoration and
recovery. The velvety softness of chaise longue called to
you, was insistent that you sit, and from here on in, well- I
was only being polite. A Cocktail? Mocktail? Bubbles? Perhaps
all three? The fabulous folk at Di Lusso had all the bases
As if this wasn't enough.
A quick slide to the left and any evidence of shopping
hardship all but vanished with a quick tweak, twist and
spritz from the Redken Hair and Revlon Makeup teams from Aart
on St Andrew and Ali McD Makeup School. Looking out the
window, the outside world seemed so cruel. It is just so nice
If there is to be a show of hands, it is the driving force
and organiser of the show since its inception three years
ago, the gorgeous Charmaine Reveley and fellow organiser,
Anita Greene, who are deserved of applause. Their experience
and passion made for smooth sailing once the show hit the
road, leaving nothing else but to enjoy the shopping delights
on offer. Combine this with Di Lusso Bar's Rachel Jones and
the Pamper Lounge team... well, it's nothing short of the
So as the clock struck four and my gaze fell on the empty
racks of clothes hangers, one could not help but feel a
twinge of nostalgia. For the coloured skirts, the swathes of
decadent fabrics, the feel of silk against the skin.