A quick recap of Toronto’s L’Oreal Fashion Week

My notebook is full of notes about colors and fabrics and texture and madness. My brain is bursting with techno remixes and runway music. I’ve seen the whole cast of Degrassi, Jeanne Becker and select Canadian Idol judges nod or smile in their front row seats. I’ve seen many a’model fall and trip and break heals. I’ve seen little to no colors, but rather collection after collection of black, gray and neutrals. I’ve flashed my pass more times then I could count. I’ve drank so much Orangina, I’m surprise my skin hasn’t turned orange and I’ve had little to no sleep. The Montreal designers were numerous and excellent, and now I’m drinking some tea I stole from a front row goodie bag and getting ready to meet with my ride back to Montreal where I’ll spend countless hours editing photos and writing some show reviews for Gesus, Andy The-Anh, David Dixon, Denis Gagnon, Paul Hardy, Nada Y, and Lucian Matis and tell the tale of Catherine O’Hara’s runway nosedive! Excited?