There is little uncertainty that the Toronto International Film Festival, revving up for its 39th year one week from now, now equals Cannes as the most noteworthy occasion on the film business’ logbook. From an unadulterated design point of view, notwithstanding, how does our fest measure up?
Absolutely the stars do dependably turn out in full and sparkle on us at TIFF. Not long from now, clearly, we can anticipate the likelihood of catching Julianne Moore, Salma Hayek, Diane Keaton, Keira Knightley, Reese Witherspoon, Juliette Binoche or Jennifer Aniston fitting in a touch of shopping on Bloor St. with Tina Fey or Vanessa Redgrave.
On the other hand maybe we can anticipate seeing any semblance of Michael Douglas, Robert Pattinson, Viggo Mortensen, Jake Gyllenhaal, John Travolta or Benedict Cumberbatch bringing down a nightcap with Dustin Hoffman and Al Pacino at the Shangri-La. In the not so distant future, we may have even upped our star-value by flexing our muscle at opponent Telluride and demanding demonstrating movies for the initial couple of nights of our fest that are genuine world debuts.
But then, as paramount as the celebration has gotten to be to the business — not at all like, say, the Academy Awards — TIFF has yet to rise as a noteworthy design occasion to those media who spread the enormous universal celebrity lane undertakings. Besides, in the matter of style, at any rate in the personalities of the stars (and of the individuals who dress them), absolutely TIFF is no Cannes.
Take a gander at the perfect and ever wonderfully attired Jessica Chastain, for example. At Cannes, in May, the brilliant redhead postured on celebrity central for the paparazzi in a streaming, purple uneven Elie Saab couture outfit, in the same way as a performing artist playing a Hollywood screen siren, so over-the-top glitz was the dress.
Conversely, Chastain’s additionally gorgeous, however considerably more scaled down turquoise knee-length wraparound Versace number for celebrity main street at TIFF 2013. Same flawless young lady, a great deal more quelled the posture — keeping in mind the dress was for sure exquisite and complimenting, it was something one may wear out to supper, as opposed to an outfit for the design history books.
Likewise, for celebrity main street in Venice, Mia Wasikowska wowed in a dark trim strap outfit with a showy train, while a year ago in Toronto, the same performing artist was adorable and on pattern in a fitted Azzedine Alaia wellbeing orange movement.
A year ago’s TIFF saw a considerable measure of harvest tops, calfskin and brights — all the sort of road canny, Fall/Winter 2013 day-to-night wear that says, “yes, this is a gathering, yet a working one,” where you must be up the following morning for an early gathering, as opposed to relaxing with more champagne in the sun.
Obviously there have been some design calamities here at TIFF throughout the years, with famously crunched Bill Murray and Mike Myers rehash wrongdoers in the “I don’t give a fig what I have on” class. In 2009, Ellen Page appeared in a Keith Richards T-shirt under a menswear vest and Juliette Lewis provided for us the finger in a fuchsia bra and fedora with tore Daisy Duke denim shorts.
(It was not an extraordinary year.) But generally speaking to my psyche, the most improperly dressed “stars” throughout the years at TIFF have been the excitement correspondents from celebrity main street who attempt to dress as though they themselves were assigned for Best Picture, and this was the Oscars (then again, those same news people shouldn’t be wearing outfits at the Oscars either).
World-class on edge as we have a tendency to be about whether we are sufficiently awesome, I don’t have the foggiest idea about that we ought to essentially be insulted by the way that we are not Cannes. Urban communities get the film celebrations they merit, each with their vibe and unwritten design code.
In the event that Cannes is still the zenith of enormous outfit celebrity lane glitz, Venice and Berlin eminent for vanguard showcases of Euro-chic (think Tilda Swinton in something mind boggling by Proenza Schouler), and Sundance and Telluride less urban/urbane and more mountain-town easy, then Toronto — a city still more agreeable with road chic than out and out excitement — can barely hope to end up decision celebrity lane.
Yet I, for one, imagine that is a decent thing. Like the city itself, which is more amusing to know than beautiful to take a gander at, its our absence of demand and random chic that makes us deserving of the spotlight. What will be fun, as dependably, is to see exactly how that gets translated on celebrity lane by all the stars at next week’s TIFF.