In an age defined by newness and hype - One Direction fans, the harsh build up and subsequent savaging by the press of songstress Lana Del Rey, HBO's new TV show Girls, written about so much that it felt like the first episode had screened long before it actually had, or the deluge of inane instant updates on Twitter and Instagram - there is no time for what has been or what is current. What's new, what's next?
It has always been the way of fashion, but the speed and increasingly disposable nature of the traditional fashion seasons and of the collections designers spend months labouring on have reached ridiculous levels. Does what's available in store matter anymore, when consumers are already invested in what's to come?
At Wellington Fashion Week, the lines feel a little muddled. Showcased on the runway last night at the first group show - open to the public as well as buyers and press - were some spring/summer collections, that aren't produced for another four or so months, some current in-store winter ranges, and a mini capsule collection that arrives in store today.
The week has promise, sure - there was certainly a buzz last night, and the house seemed full - but the organisers need to decide what it is: an industry or consumer event? Although maybe they have worked it all out before everyone else: the way for a fashion week, traditionally a trade event that's the domain of buyers and media, to make money is to charge the public to come and watch.
Held in the cavernous old Museum building at Massey University, the show saw crowds of excited ladies sipping their free fruity cocktails in the atrium while upstairs photographers hovered, ready to snap anyone with the slightest hint of style. The show was long - eight labels, roughly 20 outfits each, a long catwalk and sluggish walking models.