DISCO
DONNA WOWS DORRITT
The Toronto Sun, June 23, 1983 (Imagination - Fashion Section)
By
Barbara Sgroi, Fashion Editor
It was a day like any other at Dorrit, labels-only high fashion shop on the
frantically laid-back fringe of Yorkville’s Hazelton Lanes.
The Ladies who seem to travel in packs in these parts were fitting, pricetags
fluttering, in and out of the change rooms in their Kleins, Clarks and Rechs.
Dorrit Shedlack and Co. were exhaling the appropriate Devines. Sasha, the dog in
residence, was parked in the corner... When who should walk in with a bodyguard
big as a Buick but Donna Summer – disco queen who’s seen The Light – after
a rave one-night stand at Kingswood.
Wellll! The Ladies buzzed, Sasha sniffed (was it L’air du Temps?) and
Dorrit’s staff of thousands hovered discreetly. Seems La Summer was cruising
TO’s statusphere shopping haunts for a thing or three to round out her
traveling wardrobe. And as she walked out of this shop - $500 later – with a
few knits that have been generating a lot of action since.
“She looked quite fabulous,
“ says Shedlack of Summer (sans makeup other than a slash of lipstick and a
mean pair of shades). “ She has a great body, a tiny waist, and the moment she
walked in, everyone in the store could sense that someone was here. Call
it star quality, an aura of glamour – whatever it is, she’s got it.”
Seemingly oblivious to the eyes that busily scrutinized every square inch
from every possible angle, Summer whipped through the store, plucking all that
was short, striped and sexy from the racks.
“She was the ideal customer,” Shedlack says, “ very decisive. She knew
exactly what she wanted, price didn’t matter. Rather than try everything on,
she merely draped the clothes around herself, took one look in the mirror and
pronounced it a yes or a no.” The yesses included a black cut-down-to-there
YSL bathing suit, a zebra-striped strapless Wayne Clark jumpsuit and half a
dozen boldly striped cotton knit Micmac separates.
Half
an hour later, Summer was gone, the Ladies were back in the fitting rooms and
Sasha returned to his corner. But they’re still talking about the sweet smell
of Summer that lingered in the air.
© The Toronto Sun, June 23, 1983
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