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Backstage at Clover Canyon


I was invited backstage of one of fashion’s fastest growing brands, Clover Canyon, to fall completely in love with Mother Russia

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Backstage at Clover Canyon

Inspired by royal opulence, the setting was the Russian ballet for Clover Canyon‘s Fall 2013 collection. Backstage, the models were primped and teased, the brightly printed dresses and jackets, pants and skirts were hung and exposed with photos of each finished look attached to their collars, a drool-inducing parade of perfectly coordinated suiting, awash in scenes of the theatre, red curtains and gilded walls and seatings of gold, each person in awe or in spectacle.

I first fell in love with the Canyon when I was in Miami for a little jaunt through the Bal Harbour Shops. I discovered the brand at a Neiman Marcus, spotting it from across the room, I was quickly knocking perfume bottle wielding housewives out of my way as I stumbled ferociously toward the inviting display of fashion porn. A bit of their spring collection was on display and I was dying.

Like an Americanized version of Mary Katrantzou, Clover Canyon delivers in all the ways this little country excels, lower-cost, produced locally, and a few steps ahead of the trend. Based out of Los Angeles, this brand is pure jubulance, a celebration of Cali-cool and the vivid prints and streamlined silhouettes which fill their palm tree littered streets. I seriously came like three times.

Since that fateful day, the brand has been on my watch list, as one of the ones worth following. I’m dying to work with them, bringing in some of the know how I have from running this media beast and making lovey time with my blogger friends over at Socialyte.Co. I think that would be a dream which is why I found myself hyperventilating when Linda invited me backstage of their Lincoln Center show. The show was a dream. Visit Clover Canyon Here

 

 

Written by Beca Alexander

My spirit animal is Michelle Harper.