SUPEROLCAY

It seemed as though the weather gods had taken SuperTrash’s theme ‘Big Bang’ literal when we arrived at the SugarFactory at the Halfweg. It poured so hard that the baleen pins stuck out of my otherwise so indestructible MarcCain umbrella, after six steps my fishnet stockings were sopping in my Gucci pumps, and that lovely man standing in front of us saw his baby blue linen suit change into a navy blue wetsuit.

We huddled together underneath my battered umbrella in the enormous queue. Because rain + 1500 steaming coats = a queue you really don’t want to stand in when it feels like -3 degrees and the wind is making your carefully blow-dried hair sag even more. It was seriously like the world was coming to en end, whilst inside, the Big Bang and the Rise of Women was going to be celebrated.

Right, once inside we quickly forgot our suffering. Before you knew it, you had a glass of prosecco in your right hand and were kissing fashion people hello. Leave it up to Olcay to attract a star studded audience. Whether the apocalypse is nigh 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 already told us that supermodel Bregje Heinen flew over to open the show. After her debut pose in a see-through white skirt with bambi printed jumper, and funny cap with Mickey Mouse-like pompoms, we saw lovely oversized, camel coloured coats that just screamed for us to take them with us to New York Fashion Week (-12).

Afterwards, the clothing took a rather intergalactic turn with very sexy boots, pantsuits with low backs (I’d wear it with a shirt rather than naked like the models, but I loved it), only to conclude with space outfits with helmets and sequined suits. Feminine, wearable, and filled with pieces that give a high fashion twist to a perhaps ordinary look.

Though all of that for a SuperTrash price. Which we appreciate.  When she came out to thank the audience, SuperOJ (her Twitter name which is a very apposite pseudonym) almost fell out of her pump, and it seemed like she was about to fall flat on the runway. Though she didn’t, she smiled, put on her pump, recovered herself and waved. It was like this and it will always be like this. No matter what happens: Super Olcay bounces back and overcomes.