I live for in-between fashion shows prattles. At the recently wrapped South African Fashion Week, the well dressed lot seemed to once again take on the seemingly never ending royal “Front Row” issue. My feelings have always been the same. I do believe that the front row should certainly be reserved for deserving onlookers. That way, we can avoid having to deal the illustrious giant head lady who wears intensely teased hair and still leans into the ramp as if her zooming eye will change plaids to stripes. Or, how about that boisterous non-home-trained fella who unashamedly takes a call on his Blackberry (definitely a plus one) and yaps loudest in the middle of an abstract presentation? Front row should be an inspirational position. Some people have no business being at fashion week, plonking themselves on coveted seats and acting all ungrateful and stuff. That being said, I simply must say; the team that put together #SAFW, did a brilliant job with that two column runway which made for a lengthy front row –super necessary because our fashion industry keeps getting large. Just so you were wondering, I had the best seat ever. Yes,Front Row. Isle D, seat number 44 (throughout the entire #SAFW), almost at the end of the runway, a mere mini air-kiss away from the troop of photographers – super convenient for me because I faced the exact spot where models pivoted, so I got properly observe the clothes a few seconds longer (wait for coverage) and perfect for that well rehearsed don’t-look-like-you-are-looking shot. Anywho, there were a few rad FROWERS who didn’t try to do the “angry fashion person” thing. This awesome bunch smiled when I attacked with a camera. I love HAPPY FROWERS!