We’re in the VIP lounge on the second
floor of the MOD club. It’s a warm evening in late April and
Annie Thompson is celebrating her 25th anniversary as a designer.
House music fills the air and the crowd is starting to arrive. Annie
is standing at the centre of a mob of journalists and photographers,
a glass of red wine in her hand. She is wearing a diaphanous black
wrap and long shibori dyed skirt of her own design. Someone else
might be overwhelmed by all the attention, but Annie looks right
at home. She answers questions patiently and offers more than she
is asked, her enthusiasm for her art and designs evident.
Annie
Thompson’s talents are myriad. She designs her own line of
clothing. She paints. She teaches a textiles course at Ryerson and
most recently created sculpture installations for the Urban Architecture
and Design awards and NY Olympus Fashion Week. She believes artists
shouldn’t limit themselves.
“There’s no reason to be narrow’,”
she tells me. “If you’re creative, why would you do
one thing and not another? All it takes is time and effort.”
She pauses for a second and then concedes, “a lot lot of time
and effort. But if you wanna do shit, then do it".
She might as well be summing up her personal philosophy
towards life. After all, she’s spent over 25 years in a business
where a year is a lifetime and seems to have as much love for it
as the day she started. If anything, her vision has only become
more focused as she has branched out into new avenues.
Now the lights are dimming and the show is about
to start. The house is packed and a slightly creepy life sized stuffed
doll lies on the runway. Abstract acrylics line the walls and Thompson’s
paintings are projected onto curved screens mounted behind the runway.
Every detail has been thoughtfully planned and executed.
The
fabulous production is all the more remarkable in light of the fact
that the whole show is a family affair. Directed by Thompson’s
daughter Haley, the show was her debut as an event co-ordinator
and also her fourth year thesis project at Ryerson.
So how did mother and daughter like working together
on such a big project?
Well, they were still talking when I saw them together,
posing playfully for photographers before the show. According to
Annie, Haley is a hard worker. “She’s e-mailing me.
I’m sleeping. She’s calling me. I’m trying to
sleep.” Maybe this is Annie’s secret to staying poised
in the middle of so much chaos - always getting enough sleep! But
ultimately they both enjoyed the experience. “Our first real
mother - daughter working relationship. [It was] challenging and
beautiful.”
The show begins with a dancer instead of a model,
alone on the stage in the spotlight. She picks up the gigantic doll
and begins to dance with it, Coppelia-style. Another and then another
dancer comes onstage, all of them dancing with the life-sized dolls.
It feels like more than just a fashion show - it is a living piece
of art.
Then
the models. Her designs are a mix of structure and softness. She
is best known for her ‘basics with a twist’ mentality,
combining practicality with unexpected cut and colour. Even a basic
pair of pants, like this seasons ‘Jane Pocketeer’ pants
named for Jane Martin, a longtime friend and fan, have ample detail
in stitching and pocketing to distinguish them from anything ‘mass
marketed’. Her jackets are her strongest pieces. Her colour
palette has been influenced in the past by trips to India and Africa,
but this year it is more sombre. Skirts are given a ‘balloon’
effect with randomly placed pleats and folds on the generously cut
fabric. The show ends with bikini bottomed models holding heaps
of her trademark messenger bags, to the delight of the crowd.
After the show Mother and Daughter hop on stage
to thank the crowd. They seem startled for a moment that they are
on stage together - as the crowd cheers, it is a new context for
each of them to see the other in, as partners rather than a mother
or a daughter. They both graciously thank the volunteers and models
and everyone else who helps put a fashion show together. As I put
away my camera, and stop at the door to pick up my Annie Thompson
gift bag, I see Haley standing in the middle of a mob of models
and friends. And she looks right at home.
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