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On the runway it's all glamour and beauty: but backstage, it's a different story…

By Joanne Sasvari
Calgary Herald Tuesday October 22, 2002

 

The first thing you notice is the hairspray. Choking clouds of it hang in the air, clining to our eyelashes and filling our throats with acidic sweetness.

We're backstage at Artrageous on Saturday night, moments before the fashion show is about to begin. The behind the scenes at the Alberta College of Art and Design is huge: it snakes through several rooms, down a couple of halls and vanishes around a corner.

It is jammed with models, designers, hair stylists, make up artists, a camera crew, photographers, friends and onlookers, jostling around racks of clothes with hangers. Askew, boxes of shoes tumbled in heaps and empty water bottles scattered all over.

 

"You're drinking before you go out there?" as incredulous Gordon Elwood, one of Mode Models' rising stars, asks one young woman. She ignores him and takes another swig.

There are some 180 models back here, dressed in everything from flags to feathers to, well, not much of anything else.

The Canadian flag and the American flag are gossiping. An Escada model is scoffing back popcorn from a big crate. A Versace model struts by with the kind of arrogant step born of knowing the clothes on your back are worth thousands.

An angel in sheer white lingerie and white wings stops to talk to make up artists Beau Nelson.

"Hey Jade, I've never seen so much of you," Nelson teases her. "Are you kidding?" Jade Merriman shoots back. "They always do this to me."

A particularly powerful gust of hairspray comes from the corner where Calgary designer Paul Hardy is dressing his models, stylist Hung Van Ngo is lacquering their severe black bobs into place: they make a knife sharp statement against the white, white make up.

It's surprisingly calm in this corner, considering that Hardy arrived just a couple of hours ago from Ontario, where he opened Toronto fashion week to rave reviews. After his show there, he was besieged by buyers, media representatives and fans. By all accounts, his career is about to explode.

"This was something magnificent emerging from the wilderness," the Globe and Mail wrote about last Wednesday's show. "A star was born."

"It was pretty overwhelming, actually," says the shy, self-effacing Hardy. "I didn't go there with high expectations, so it was pretty incredible."

His dad is here tonight, too. "I'm really proud of him, that's for sure," says Brian Hardy, "not only for his talent, but his integrity and his faith. That's even more important."

But all is not as calm as it appears in Hardy's corner: one model, near tears, struggles to get into a white silk top too tight even for her size 0 frame: another model, wearing only a jacket and nylons, stands forlornly, wailing, "I'm just trying to find some pants!"

Nerves are starting to fray. "I figured out I was doing it all wrong." One model tells another about the challenges of putting on her outfit.

Another model, searching for someone who knows what's going on, implores, "Why won't they stay in one place?"

One of the organizers walks by looking for a bucket for artist Attila Richard Lukacs; a moment later, she wanders by again, this time searching for latex gloves for the painter, who is doing the finale and hasn't begun working on his models.

Just then, a gang of guys in headsets wanders through the crowd, bellowing, "We're starting the show at 10 o'clock sharp! That's 20 minutes from now. Everybody be ready!"

People are really stressing now.

"Want to see the outfit that never made it because the model flaked out on me?" asks Calgary designer Shae Barry, holding out a one-sleeved T-shirt with a cool red appliqué he'd ordered especially for tonight.

Barry looks peeved; his models look spectacular in '80's-style glam-goth outfits with towering Mohawk 'dos dyed red and black. Barry turns, looks critically at one model, and blasts her head with a shot of hairspray.

Finally, the models are getting into position and somehow, out of the chaos, comes order.

A hush falls over the crowd, and Kelly Streit's voice booms out, echoing through the college.

"Art-art-art-rageous," calls the event organizer and president of Mode Models, which provided tonight's models.

"Paul-Paul-Paul Hardy-Hardy-Hardy," echoes Streit's voice.

The first models step out on the stage and the cavernous space is suddenly filled with drama. In four inch heels, they stomp by in that peculiar model's strut, down stairs, up stairs, all the way along the long, long runway.

And in their wake, they trail glamour, beauty, and the wafting scent of hairspray.

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Picture comments
Top: Last minute jitters set in as the line forms for a trip down the runway at Artrageous 2 Saturday night.
Above: Model Elise Miles, in Escada, nibbles on popcorn at the event at the Alberta College of Art and Design.
Right: All eyes are on Sonja Kuehnle, modeling a towering Mohawk and goth/glam look by Shae Barry.

Top: Gordon Elwood cracks up while posing in preparation for his trip down the runway.
Center: Designer Paul Hardy lends Kastin Reid a helping hand wriggling into her outfit.
Above: Katie McLeish readies herself to present one of Calgary's designer Thomas Lynch's silk creations.

Page 2: Jackie Dosne receives a finishing touch from stylist Hung Van Ngo at Artrageous2.

Brenda Entz models glasses from The Brass Monocle (and little else) as she waits for a trip down the runway.

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