This Is What Happens When You're Not Tall and Willowy

When I think Fashion, many things come to mind.

It can represent art, status symbol, designer, money and self-expression. To others, it's merely putting on a bunch of clothes and hoping it looks right. With this in mind, I decided I'd write about my experience attending two distinctive fashion events.

I have a friend who is obsessed with all things fashion and she asked me if I wanted to go to the Vodafone London fashion weekend I said why not? I was bored and I thought it couldn't be too bad. Besides, I enjoy watching models walk down a catwalk, clothed in something eccentric whilst maintaining a stoic expression. It's no easy feat, I'm sure.

The first event was the Vodafone London Fashion Weekend in September 2012. The one that featured Hillary Alexander who I had no idea of at the time. It was a very short experience which I was upset about since I paid a lot to watch something that lasted ten minutes. Not to mention, we were in the queue for way longer than that.

After the show, I browsed through all the uniquely designed shoes, clothes I couldn't afford and received gift bags of items I would never use. With a consistent giveaway of Diet Coke, young girls dressed like wannabe pageant queens and endless selfies, the experience altogether was quite forgettable.

Now, a year after that, the same friend asked me if I wanted to go to an International Fashion show located in central London. I agreed because this one felt more glamourous and it delved more into the world of couture fashion.

The atmosphere was different to the Vodafone Fashion Show. It was formal but capricious. I didn't fit in at all and it was very obvious. I could tell I was judged on what I was wearing. I found it fascinating that everyone spoke only to my friend and her cousin. I'm assuming their attire passed the seal of approval. It was a beautiful spectacle. People flocking together as if they can read each other minds, "Ah yes you get it, we live for the glitz and the glamour.”

I witnessed an array of top hats, shiny shoes, expensive jewellery and lots and lots of fur. The show provided the same catwalk, the same stoic looking models but this time everyone watched with strict, appraising eyes. By the end of the show, everyone stood up and clapped with loud appreciation.

I stayed seated with an intense feeling of anonymity.