Welcome to the club… So last night I was at a party, standing about with a glass of wine, as one does chatting about men and women, wrinkles and fillers, cycling and models. We were on to a chat about gentlemen’s clubs with separate entrances for women… One of the fellas involved in this conversation, noted that “women don’t really have that kind of thing, do they?” Just to clarify – I am not referring to a sleazy strip club vibe (Not that there isn’t a time and place for those – like my 26th birthday last year… for another time) I am talking about a gentlemen’s club as in an old boys club of sorts where men can go and be without women, talk about cigars and cars and playstation and women and horses.
The definition for this I stole from Wikipedia – “A gentlemen’s club is a members-only private club of a type originally set up by and for English upper class men in the eighteenth century, and popularised by English upper-middle class men and women in the late nineteenth century. Today, some are more open about the gender and social status of members. Many countries outside the United Kingdom have prominent gentlemen’s clubs.” Supposedly we have some existing gentlemen’s clubs in Cape Town, which I have never even heard of (Probably because I’m not a man)… The Cape Town Club and the Owl Club, however as far as I know there are no such equivalents for ladies in Cape Town… The only thing that’s exclusive to us is f- ing ladies only gym memberships…
This brings me to the next best, closest thing I could find… and no it’s not a self arranged
wine I mean, book – club. It is a shop, yes you could have guessed that women would place a membership on something like a clothing store. But this is not just any old shop, it’s not in a mall, and you can’t just go there and browse… Oh no friends… you need a golden ticket, well a plastic silver card actually, and to get a pretty silver card… you need to be invited – or you can beg by means of application. I was lucky enough to attend the first opening… but not the second, which was widely blogged about and everyone who went made a whole big thing about it and at the time, I had no idea that this whole story was by invitation only – the shopping bit I mean.
All right… I have been keeping you in suspense for long enough. This members-only fashion shrine is called “The only one” House of Fashion – The name is a little “Sally-Spectra/Foresters-Creations” sounding, but thankfully the atmosphere inside has nothing to do with soaps, drama yes but no soap. There are beautiful pieces, gorgeous dresses, and the best part about this whole private members only dress shop is that every outfit you pick, gets tailored to fit your body like a glove, and as if it couldn’t get any better – there is only one of every item.
So as per their website, this is what this card gets you:
Private one on one pre booked shopping sessions with the Only One fashion stylist. However on the odd occasion when a member needs that emergency number the Only One fashion stylist is a call away.
Each member receives a private pin code to log onto the Only One website for private reviews of the ranges.
Members will also receive invitations on occasion to come in and view new ranges.
The club also has a fashion stylist that will assist the member in the garment selections they make.
I have just completed my application form… Will let you know if it’s all it’s cracked up to be. http://houseoffashion.co.za/