Colin S... he's so hot right now. (Danny Cox for the RedEye)
As I sipped on my specially crafted “Orange is the new Black” cocktail on Friday night at The Underground, the details of my surroundings began to sink in: high-fashion haircuts perched atop equally fashionable females; the makeshift runway and lights down the middle of the bar; the fact that I was sipping a specialty drink called “Orange is the new Black.” I found myself asking the question that continues to push to the front of my brain: is this real life?
Friday night at Underground, the folks from the first season of the Kenmore Studio’s So You Wanna Be a Designer web series put together a reunion exhibition for some of Chicago’s hottest up-and-coming designers. Imagine the love child of Jersey Shore: After Hours and Project Runway, but without the awful people or artificial drama. One of the designers (the fabulous Steve Curd) happens to be a personal friend of mine, so of course I had to go show some support.
For the record, I am a pretty committed pub and sports bar kinda guy- having people judge me for my shoes and lack of a shiny shirt is not my idea of a good time, so I typically avoid clubs. But I put friendship above my personal hang-ups on venues any day of the week. I will admit, being able to tell the doorman my actual name and being granted admission did make me feel just a tad cooler than I normally do, though not nearly as cool as my guest would soon feel.
Being the affable and well-dressed fellow he is, I had invited the one and only Colin S along for the show late Thursday evening. Being the amiable and well-mannered fellow he is, he accepted Friday afternoon. Within approximately 10 minutes of arriving at the club, Steve approached Mr. S with what would normally be a very strange question in a bar on a Friday night: “What size pants do you wear?” Moments later, Colin handed me his specialty beverage (“Orange Dream”) informing me that he would be playing the role of model for the evening. And as you can see from the photo above, he rocked that mother like a tornado in a trailer park.
Going to a private fashion show on a Friday night in downtown Chicago: cool. Going to a private fashion show on a Friday night in downtown Chicago as a guest of the designer: cooler. Going to a private fashion show on a Friday night in downtown Chicago and owning the stage like you were the bastard love child of Derek Zoolander and Tyra Banks: legendary.
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