In the years that I’ve been stalking Preview, or the fashion industry itself, I’ve not once thought that 1) I’d ever find myself glossed and printed on their very pages, 2) rub shoulders with any prolific name from whatever hip or happening industry, or 3) let alone, be standing at a red carpet — one hand on hip while channeling the notorious Tyra ‘smize’ as a mob of external flash nearly blinds you. My ambition can only go as far as cliche: an uptown loft someday, a rover the next but never actually back it up with a concrete life plan. But then again, your next social or red carpet affair is never one that you actually plan. Or expect.
So when the night of the Preview Ball started rolling in, you can reckon I was completely unprepared. Enter Bagasáo — streamlined, nonchalant and everything you can ask for in your modern day fairy, pret-a-porter godmother. My first encounter with the eponymous label, including the dress I had the privilege to wear but in an alternate colour-way, dates back to when it was still housed at SOMA. And back when it was still a season and post-Fashion Fest tradition of mine to personally discover and rediscover local design before the latter shut down.
I would admit, there’s a risk in wearing RTW on the carpet but Bagasáo is far from a fallback and if anything, its understated elegance and versatility can be so easily translated (cue #geekonfleek) if done right. I had every excitement and nostalgia in me (accompanied by a slight panic as to how I would accessorise — I managed) when I slipped into this dress. And that’s coming from a girl who swears by suits over frocks but give it to me in a denim and mesh affair and I’m willing to have my moment of grace.