Last night we attended the 4th Fashion Weekend Gambia at Ocean Bay, Cape Point’s 5 star hotel. The catwalk – stretching into the palm fringed pool was flanked by serious banks of gantried lights and a huge PA system, belting out DJ So Fly’s mix. It looked and sounded wonderful.
Our tickets, the cheap seats at 500D, more than most Gambians 6 monthly income, emphasised: show starts at 8.30pm prompt; I wondered what this really meant for GMT (Gambia Maybe Time)?
The show began at 10pm, by which time I was ready for the long journey home to our Brufut bungalow.
Chris thoroughly enjoyed the tall, lithe, sway-hipped, firm buttocked models and there was buff, ripped eye candy for the women to ogle. For me, the clothes worn around the pool were more innovative than those on the catwalk. I was disappointed; every day I pass women wearing extraordinary outfits made from wonderful fabrics and I was expecting something very exciting: Vivienne Westwood meets Mama Africa. Perhaps Savage Beauty at the V&A has spoilt me – for I found myself criticising the cut and finishing, let alone the design. And I have to admit to joining in the explosive fit of giggles from the girls seated behind us for the ‘accessories’ designer: a series of studded baseball caps.
We left at the midnight break – too tired to stay for the second half and coughed up for a ‘town taxi’ home at 300D.
I wonder what will happen when Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre perform Hamlet for one night only in The Gambia on their round the world tour celebrating the bard’s 450th anniversary? Will the curtain go up on time to an empty auditorium? Or will the Globe wait on the audience who will eventually show on GMT? We will be there so I can report back.