Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Africa : Day 1

(All photo credits SDR Photography)

Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Africa is considered the granddaddy of them all by the continent and opening night was full of showstoppers, surprises and stumbles graceful falls. When it comes to nailing next season it’s clear it’s all in the sheer. It’s the trend that dared to bare and won and remains a statement to make in Spring/Summer 2015 if last night’s runway was anything to go by.

Thousands of fashion industry icons, young local talent and international media descended upon Melrose Arch, Johannesburg, for the continent’s premier trans-seasonal fashion showcase, to celebrate not only Africa’s newfound identity as a trend-setter, but one with a clothing and textile industry now able to rival any in the world.

 

Kibonen NY

Intisaar

Kibonen NY kicked off the star studded evening with a collection inspired by the Cameroonian designer’s memories of the colourful marketplace in her hometown, Bamenda. The result was a resplendent scene alive with colour. Signature prints and bold stripes made for a ferosh blend, ideal for mixing and matching. Sensual silhouettes were also adapted for functional daywear.

The Intisaar Collection closely followed with eye popping colour block, navel grazing crops and lust-have throw overs. The Zimbabwean designer’s line remained faithful to its signature reflection of rural African dress with wrapped, knotted and draped pieces of cloth. A spin on popular geometric inspirations created striking shapes and silhouettes around the female figure.

Next to rock the runway were the 6 Elle Rising Star finalists but it was Tamara Dyson who came out on top. The winner’s collection wowed with woollen warmers, peek-a-boo sheer and the crowd went crazy for the chic sleeveless, oversized jacket. Monochrome two pieces embraced curvilinear looks, while looser silhouettes were teamed with shorts. But it was the metallic bomber jacket that sent us over the edge.

Elle Rising Star Winner: Tamara Dyson 

CHARIS DAWSON's collection was THE definition of fashion 2.0. With back packs donning computer mother boards, tantalising shimmer and futuristic prints the pieces certainly oozed an other-worldly feel. While the backless sheer screamed sophisticated sex appeal.

Kelli Botha’s collection got us hot under the collar with her fetching fetish leather ensembles. Again it was a master class in monochrome with waist-clinching knee grazers, and masculine pant suits airing an element of feminine charm, were teamed with trench coats and leather jackets.

Nadia Vilogen Ermelo

Mille Collines’ Nyamijyosi collection gave us a sneak peak at their street line, a first for the label and their boldest yet. Statement tees and novelty necklaces screamed attitude, perfectly matching their song choice “bringing attitude hard”. But the main focus was on their formal / evening wear. Sharp lined maxi’s and midi’s graced the runway with sheer layers and even a pop of patent fetish. A metallic strip made a marvellous addition to the timeless mac and several ensembles boasted street edge handcrafted accessories, our hero being the Sk8 Shades.

There’s a reason Taibo Bacar was the first African brand to display at Milan Fashion Week because that show was INTENSE. He was the hot ticket and easily the most anticipated event of the evening and the Pret-A-Couture collection did not disappoint. Organza and fake fur “capulana” and beads, brocades, georgette and mesh made for some interestingly fabulous combos. Italian vogue meets African Print sprang to mind as Van Goughesque waves, flower lace, gothic chic, elegant A lines, transparent ponchos and fetching fetish strutted down the runway. He gave us a taste of what is truly A LUTA CONTINUA “the struggle continues”, inspired by current situation of Mozambique, and deserved every standing ovation, wolf whistle and applause he got as he skipped down the runway between his poised models.

 

Taibo Bacar

O'Bruni goes to fashion week

Where the magic happens

It's here, it’s finally arrived, the day every 22-year-old, fashion loving, journalism graduate dreams of, my very first fashion week is about to kick off in all its unrefined glory.  

Thousands of designers, models and international media have descended upon the shoppers and foodie lover’s paradise that is Melrose Arch in the ultra-cool, uber modern city of Johannesburg, South Africa, for the fifth annual Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Africa.

1981 (Nana K Brenu) collection fitting

We will be celebrating not only Africa’s newfound identity as a trend-setting continent, but one with a clothing and textile industry now able to rival any in the world. Over 30 of Africa’s foremost established and emerging designers will present their latest collections in the continent’s premier trans-seasonal fashion showcase, over the next four days.

Organiser and leading fashion authority, African Fashion International (AFI) has unveiled an extraordinary line-up of sartorial talent from all over Africa – including Cameroon, Zimbabwe, South Africa, Rwanda, Kenya, Mozambique, the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), Nigeria, Tanzania, Ghana and Cote d’Ivoire – set to showcase under this year’s theme, “Our Heritage Reimagined”.

As the week unfolds I will be bringing you live updates to see who rocked it on the runway and whose collections you should be crushing on. And it doesn’t stop there, head on over to Afrobougee to feast your eyes on amazing pictures and exclusive interviews with the seasons most sought after designers including Taibo Bacar, David Tlale and Christie Brown.  

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly nervous, interviewing the continents hottest internationally acclaimed designers is kind of a big deal, but I know my love and excitement for the job will soon takeover. For the past hour I’ve been brushing up on my fashion buzz words, ferosh, sheer and recessionista are all terms floating around in my head right now.

But it’s almost time for the first show so I must go and get changed into one of my outfits far less fashionable than is probably acceptable at such an event, but hey ho the show must go on. #MBFWAFRICA

Wish you were here XoXo

"Dogs belong outside"

Arise's first day at home

As a young emotional wreck of a woman, who breaks down in tears at the mere thought of animal cruelty and dreams of one day opening an animal sanctuary to take care of all the abandoned animals on the planet (excluding reptiles and other scary creatures), it is extremely difficult living in a country where animal rights are pretty much none existent.

Baby goats roam the sandy streets desperately looking for something green to eat and stray cats and dogs hunt for scraps in a bid to get some meat on their protruding ribcage. I just want to scoop them up in my arms, stroke their tummies and tell them it will be okay … but then I remind myself that I will get rabies and die.

Goats looking for greenery

My heart sinks when I have to drive past the roadside pet store, where tiny cages line the streets each filled with three or four puppies inside. Men also walk up and down the streets or beaches juggling handfuls of puppies in the blazing heat trying to flog them like a pair of socks.

And you can imagine my horror when I had to spend an entire bus journey riding alongside two pick up trucks each carrying a cow, an alive cow i might add, strapped up in the most torturous position. No one so much as blinked at the sight, while I fought back the tears. 

My dog being king of the castle 

To the majority of Ghanaians animals belong outdoors, regardless of pet status, end of story. Generally people get animals for a service around here, dogs to guard the house, cats to chase the mice, chickens, goats and cows to eat etc.

I have grown up around doggies my entire life and in my house we treat them nothing short of queens. I miss my little puppy more than words, despite her being a little bitch, so you can imagine my overwhelming excitement when I arrived home from work one day to see a small puppy trotting around the living room.

My very spoilt puppy 

I discovered it belonged to my boyfriend’s uncle who had bought it earlier that day and named it Arise after his former dog. I was told this man loved dogs so I had faith. I couldn’t see any dog bed or water bowls or any form of pet essentials yet but I gave him the benefit of the doubt.

After about three days I noticed he’d been moved outside and tied to a metal chain because, surprise surprise, he was chewing everything. HE’S A PUPPY IT’S WHAT THEY DO! You can’t leave a puppy alone in a room with no toys or food and expect him not to sample your new sandals.

Giving Arise some love

There was still no sign of a water bowl and his one meal a day consisted of super noodles or rice. I pleaded with his owner to buy him dog food but he told me they couldn’t afford it. Then I got really angry. “WHY BUY A DOG IF YOU CAN’T AFFORD TO LOOK AFTER IT?” I shouted, before running to my room and sobbing.

I bought him what I could with the little money I had, bearing in mind I could hardly afford to feed myself and every day I would go and sit and play with him. When I came back to England I asked after him every day and hoped to God he was doing okay.

When I arrived back I couldn’t believe my eyes. Two months had passed and he had grown a little taller but his waist had gotten smaller. His fur was matted and he was running around in circles, throwing himself on floor desperately trying to rid an itch.

A likely sight in Ghana

I asked what the hell was wrong with him and I was told they’d covered him in engine oil to stop the insects from worrying him. ENGINE OIL … WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND DOES THAT. It was the last straw for me. Knowing I could do absolutely nothing for this defenceless animal I vowed never to step foot in that house again. 

Everyone keeps telling me “Oh this is African dog, they’re used to it.” NO…a dog is a dog, it doesn’t matter what country they’re from they still need the same care, love and attention every animal deserves.

Imagine if we were talking about starving babies and I said “oh they’re an African baby, they’re used to it” I would have hell to pay … and rightly so … but you see what I’m trying to get at here. 

All animals, like humans, deserve the right to live their lives free from suffering and exploitation. Period.

Wish you were here XOXO

Growing up too fast

Desperate for drivers loose change

 Most primary school children are busy learning to tie their shoes, lusting after the latest gizmo to hit the toy shelves and generally just being their annoying little selves, but sadly this is not the case for all.

Every day I see kids robbed of their childhood, working the streets selling anything they can get their hands on, risking being road kill as they dodge traffic to beg passengers for pennies or taking care of younger siblings while mum hustles to put food in their tummies.  

Today I was sat on the tro tro (tin on wheels) when a bunch of school kids piled on the bus. A young girl no older than eight sat in front of me with, who I presumed to be, her little sister who looked about four or five.

Sticking together while mums away

They both had matching blue uniforms, ruck sacks and gold clip-on earrings. The youngest made herself comfy on her sister’s knee while she dug out a large red purse from the pit of her sack. It was clear she made the journey regularly as she told the “mate” (money man) her stop and counted out the exact change.

In the UK alarm bells would start ringing if you spotted little people wondering the streets, hopping on public transport unaccompanied by an adult, but here it’s the norm. While they look happy as Larry going about their daily business I can’t help thinking where there mummy is.

Heavy goods on little heads

I have witnessed boys as young as 10 or 11 working the tro tro’s, hanging out doors touting for customers and I watch their muscles flex as they heave the heavy metal door shut. What’s more disturbing is their triceps are bigger than most boys my age.

When I first arrived to do my internship I stepped out of the car to be greeted by a young girl named Georgia, who immediately started hauling my suitcases (which both donned attractive orange heavy stickers) out of the boot.

Kids work these rusty wagons

I tried to tell her it was okay and take them off her as she proceeded towards the stairs, but she wasn't having any of it. I later learned she was 11 and even my dad had complained when lugging these cases down the stairs but I didn’t hear so much as a peep from this little lady.

Georgia & Bernice having fun

It turned out Georgia and her four-year-old cousin Bernice came from a rural village and were being looked after and sent to school by our host. However she was also appeared to be the cleaner, the water fetcher and the general run-around.

They both longed for fun and would tug on my arm for my iPhone every chance they got. When I skived off work I had never seen Georgia so excited, she ran into my room and told me she would be my lookout.

Escorting the blind to beg 

One day she jumped out on me and she frightened the life out of me. We both fell on the floor laughing but later on I heard her getting yelled at. I pleaded with our host that we were just playing a game but the sadness in Georgia’s big brown eyes was heart breaking. 

While I couldn't help but feel sad I reminded myself they were much better off there. 

So next time your child, niece, nephew, sibling or any other little one for that matter has a tantrum because they wanted the purple lolly and not the blue, remind them just how lucky they are. 

I give children my spare change where I can, admittedly to make myself feel less guilty more than anything, but hey every penny counts. 

Wish you were here XOXO