Night four of Charleston Fashion Week. The feet are getting blisters and revolting against high heels. Wardrobe ideas are running out. Dark circles under eyes. And Ayoka’s losing her voice (a sure sign of nearing the end of the week). But though I’m running on just a few hours of sleep, the very thought of tonight’s shows woke me up and I was so ready to go yet again. It just doesn’t get old.

Tonight was probably my favorite night yet. We started out with Teal of Summerville – a store I have been meaning to visit for some time. It was classic girly Charleston style with a trendy twist. Pretty sundresses with lace kid gloves, long pearls, big Jackie O sunglasses. Pretty, easy-to-wear stuff that might just be worth the drive to Flowertown.

I love exploring V2V’s King Street store, and their show had a fun dose of ’70s glam – bright Pucci-eque prints and maxi dresses. Shiny, satiny, metallic fabrics. But I wasn’t so much a fan of the body glitter. And the model in the bikini picking a wedgie when she reached the end of the runway. Seriously, girl? Did you think we wouldn’t notice??

Oh emm gee. Iheart. We met adorable owner Kate Pittard Tuesday night at Chai’s, and she informed us that she’s moving to Guam and someone else is taking over her store. We are even sadder now seeing the awesomeness that was her show. She went all out with the Bond Girl theme – models carried martinis, guns, decks of cards, and a flask – they were definitely some BAMFS and the most fun show we’d seen so far. The best part was when model Sarah Smith (who we also met on Tuesday) strutted out in nothing but a teeny bikini and a ton of gold paint – Goldfinger. As for the clothes, lots of one-armed dresses and bright skirts (see Frugalista).

Honestly we felt bad for whoever had to follow iHeart, but Biton was up for the challenge. Seventies glam rock was the theme, and the models truly owned the runway with big hair, dramatic eyes, and great clothes. But really I don’t remember the clothes so much as the fun show – lots of great attitude and interaction between the models. High fives, catty looks, and even a hot kiss. The crowd went wild. Especially when everyone’s favorite model took his shirt off. Whew!

After the 20-minute intermission allowed us to cool off a bit, Mary Mojo took the stage, kicking off with a couple of dresses with huge, flowy skirts. Very bright and fun. The “real woman” models came in a variety of shapes and sizes, sparking conversation on what we expect of models. Personally, I prefer the gorgeous, unattainable variety. They add to the glamour of a fashion show and make me want to wear the clothes. If the models look “normal,” it detracts from the show. But I appaud the effort. I also loved the shoes from Shoe Fairy and rLee bags.

The night finished with a show from Gwynn’s, starting off with one of my favorite dresses of the night, a silver mini with sequins on top and feathers on the bottom. Not too fond of the gold shoe pairing however. Pops of yellow and hot pink. I need to go to Gwynn’s more often.

After the show who should take the stage but the glam winner of the Stiletto Stampede costume contest. He strutted the runway better than any model tonight. And the crowd freaking loved it. We saw him later at the Red Bull after-party at the Music Farm, and he was pretty much the belle of the ball.

Speaking of the after-party, it was nice to have plenty of room, and we got there early enough to snag some Chambord/champagne/Red Bull. We also begged some portobello burgers from some of the chefs in the back (Grills Gone Wild?), and they were de-lish.

Tomorrow: It’s the home stretch. Bridal show. Tea Party at Cynthia Rowley. Emerging Designer Finalists. Finale Gala. I am tired as hell, but by God, in the name of fashion, I will triumph. –EJ

Thanks Josh Dybzinski for the sweet pics.


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