#THAI LAKORN CH3 2014 SKIN#

With complete certainty, he knew she was the tomboy twin. The nanang was a fanshape of matching rose fabric at the hip level.Īfter taking in the outfit, Ken finally looked at the model, and in an instant was transfixed. A golden takrut at her waist demarcated the two different fabrics. Over the left shoulder, a fall of cream silk lined in pale rose brushed the floor. Her floor-length phanung was shimmering silver silk, drawing the eye to her hourglass shape. The curved diagonal lines of the ruching, with the wider final pleat, gave the appearance of a sash. Her top was the same fabric as the male model’s, but tightly fitted to her body. The woman who stepped out from the side of the stage was breathtaking. The model paused for a moment, then turned around and held out his hand. The final male model was in a wedding attire consisting of deep blue chong kraben pants and a cream-colored Nehru-style jacket with silver cuffs.

The music changed when the final male model came out, with the introduction of indigenous flutes and other instruments. The men’s outfits were more striking, especially one with Hill Tribe-inspired short pants and a patterned short jacket of orange and purple.

There were modern variations on the sarong and pakama, flirty mid-length dresses with peephole waistlines, and several skirts based on phasin patterns, but with a looser style. One by one they marched out, to strut down the length of the walkway and circle back. The music changed to Pleng Thai Sakorn, with its integration of Thai melodies and western classical music, and Ken sat up, anticipating the first model. He checked his program Chanongsri’s designs were next.

#THAI LAKORN CH3 2014 SKIN#

Three designers had finished their showcases, and most of the designs showed too much skin for his liking. To avoid the gold diggers, he was forced to enter the VIP section, which was less crowded but also where he felt compelled to make small talk until the show began. Before he sat down, he was accosted by several women, clearly seeing dollar signs in his tailored suit and watch. Then with a deep breath, she smoothed her phasin-inspired skirt. The music from the stage swelled with an epic tone as Sri began lining up her models, male and female, making tiny changes.

“Khun Sri, you are scheduled to begin in fifteen minutes.” She waited a moment for acknowledgement before scurrying off. Sri threw her a sharp look and she subsided.Ī backstage assistant hurried by. “It’s not like I meant to do that.” She grumbled half-heartedly. Her sibling was still upset over the events of yesterday. Several strands of white jasmine were entwined around the cloth to secure it and hide the last-minute stitching on the silk armband. “And besides, you owe me for causing me more work.” She turned and inspected the rose silk wrap concealing the bandages. “Because it’s my finale dress, and you are by far the best person for it.” Sri spoke grimly. She touched her hair, artfully upswept into a traditional bun, with a cascade of ivory orchids with gold accents and tiny jasmine flowers falling past her right ear. “Why do I get stuck with the wedding dress?” She felt like she could barely breathe in the outfit. “Are you sure you made this for me, P’Sri?” she griped. Sri was critically checking a model, adjusting the fall of her teal lace sleeves, when Roni came out through the changing curtain. The chairs at the VIP section as well as the stands at the far end of the catwalk were gradually filling with the chattering crowd.īackstage, the chaos was even more pronounced as models scurried between dressing areas. People milled around, alternately admiring and envying each other. Outside on the balcony, refreshments were arranged on tiers of white-covered tables. Klieg lights lined the walls, waiting to spotlight the stage. The runway was a gray slash cutting through the throngs awaiting the fashion show.

Thai lakorn ch3 2014