I'll tell you something about Fletcher Mama.
I noticed her backstage shining shoes clearly belonging to male models, I wasn't sure who she was but playfully took a photo of her (see last photo).
From her actions, I began to look around...really look around and observe...and all I could see backstage was a group of people who didn't see themselves as competition.
Models helped other models, designers assisted other designers, there was a general sense of laughter and camaraderie.
Now I cannot pretend to have been backstage anywhere else but I know certainly I wasn't expecting this relaxed co-dependent atmosphere.
You can imagine my absolute shock when I saw the same beauty who was happily shining male models' shoes, walking the runway as a womenswear fashion label owner.
Mama Fletcher, you're my kind of person.
Your collection is my kind of collection.