SUPEROLCAY

Image: Team Peter Stigter

When we arrived at the SugarFactory in Halfweg, it seemed as if the weather gods had taken the SuperTrash theme ‘Big Bang’ literally. It was raining so hard that the spokes of my otherwise indestructible MarcCain umbrella were sticking out, my fishnet stockings were soaking in my Gucci pumps after six steps, and the nice man in front of us saw his baby blue linen suit turn into a dark blue soaked wetsuit. Brotherhood, we huddled under my battered umbrella in the enormous line. Because rain + 1500 steaming jackets = a line you really don't want to be in when it feels like -3, the wind is howling around you, and with every second you feel your carefully blow-dried hair sinking further. It was seriously as if the world was ending while inside, with a Big Bang, the Rise of Women was to be celebrated.

Anyway, once inside, the suffering was quickly forgotten. Before you knew it, you had a glass of prosecco in your right hand and were kissing with other fashion-loving people. Leave it to Olcay to gather a star-studded audience. Whether the world is collapsing or not. From Karin Swerink (editor-in-chief of Vogue) to Beertje van Beers, Winonah de Jong, Marianne Verkerk, Anouk Smulders, Rens Kroes, Maik de Boer, Anna Drijver, and Fred van Leer.

Olcay had already told us that supermodel Bregje Heinen had been flown in for the occasion to open the show. After her debut pose in a transparent white skirt with a bambiprint sweater and a funny cap with Mickey Mouse-like pumpkins, we saw delicious oversized camel-colored coats that immediately applied for a spot in our suitcases for New York Fashion Week (-12). Then the clothing took a somewhat intergalactic turn with very sexy boots, pantsuits with a low back (I would wear it with a shirt instead of naked like the models but thought it was lovely) ending with space outfits with helmets and sequined embellished suits. Feminine wearable and full of pieces with which you can give a high fashion twist to an everyday look. And that for a SuprTrash price. That's quite nice.

When thanking the audience, SuperOJ (as her Twitter name goes, a very fitting pseudonym) slips out of her pump and it seems as if she will fall onto the platform. But she laughs, straightens her pump, composes herself, and waves. That's how it was, that's how it is, and that's how it will always be. No matter what happens; Super Olcay bounces back and overcomes.