Our friend martin churba is indeed blessed.
His chosen runway being on the roof of a five-story shopping mall, it seemed miraculous that tonight of all nights - after the torrential downpours, flash floods and blackouts that have plunged buenos aires into chaos over the past week - the sky should suddenly have turned to pure crystal:
the breeze was so fresh, the colors of the evening so vibrant, the champagne so delicious as we watched the moon blaze over the pink-flowering treetops until the girls swayed out in their tramando finery: which was intricate, spangled and fiery all the way to its deepest charcoal aspects.
To me the beauty of churba's designs lies in the way they swathe and swirl about the body, then keep surprising you with new twists and turns - tonal layers and textures creating shapes within shapes - the more you keep looking.
Afterwards girlontape and her photographer friends migrated backstage, where they drank the rest of the bubbly, fooled around with their cameras and salivated over the wicked laser that threw red and green sparkles all over filmmaker marina belaustegui in her equally wicked tramando dress.
"I'm so happy," said martin. "It turned out exactly the way I envisioned it." And that, for an artist, is the greatest blessing of all.