Speaking of fashion crimes…Thanks to the ladies at Fashion Crimes on Queen Street for letting me hang around on one of the store’s busiest Saturdays.
One mother called it “the mecca for prom dresses.”
The girls come to Pam Chorley’s Fashion Crimes, looking to outfit their dreams, looking for the one that is just right. They’ve journeyed from the suburbs, from Port Hope, from Milton, and arrived on Queen West in front of wood castle doors with wrought iron designs and door handles shaped like scissors.
Inside, it appears to rain dresses. They fill every space in every colour. They’re covered with rosettes or ruffles or feathers and fattened with crinoline or tulle.
There’s a Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland feel to the place, with its towering black-and-white-striped dressing room curtains and its glittery, fringed or foxtail-strung chandeliers. Even the staff are dressed for a Mad Hatter tea party in frilled frocks and fascinators that look as if UFOs have landed precariously on the sides of their heads.
It’s a perfect fit, really — customers are searching for what will make their fairy tale a reality; unlike the fairy tale wedding, which requires a prince, the ideal prom is about the dress. Today, moms and dads are on the “daylong adventure,” which can involve everything from draining frustration to dizzying euphoria among countless racks of clothing and long lineups for change rooms.
“I can see that you’re having a little bit of anxiety,” one of the store’s stylists tells a girl.
Lara Bourne, 17, is looking at the dresses as if she is choosing which kind of braces to wear on her teeth.
Read the rest in the Post.