JoButler Fashion Show – A Walk Through Time

Vincent Lim went to the Josephine Butler Fashion Show


In the furthest reaches of the Hill, past the realm of the lollipop man on Church Street, further than Mary’s, beyond even the dark lands of Trevs, JBCFS was making a stir.

Its theme?  A walk through time.

Phwoar, 1920s

It started off a bit slow, with a bit of a sub-par drinks reception, curtailed as a result of, albeit understandable, tensions over licensing across the university.

The slow start didn’t stop the guests from smashing it, however. Red jackets don’t show up quite as well in black and white…

The pace of the evening quickly rose to a canter, however, as guests arrived in the hall, opened their wine and sifted through their goody bags for those all-important smiley-faced condoms.

A very unfortunate and wholly inaccurate Snapchat

Starting with a metallic future theme, the models moved through the present day, the 90s, 80s, 70s, and roaring 20s – even showing an outrageous bit of ankle in the Victorian section.



Models were so oiled up that the stage resembled a replica of the Deepwater Horizon incident by the end of the evening.

They looked pretty damn good, though.

Chris ‘use this photo’ Reilly.  He had a point.

What was refreshing about this fashion show in particular, compared to the other traditional college powerhouses, was that the emphasis was more on the overall atmosphere rather than models’ egos.

You could tell they were having a good time, and a considerable portion of the evening was spent showcasing Butler’s other talent in the college’s dance troupe and cheerleading team.

A refreshing bit of variety.

The moves were great and they made a valiant effort at fitting in with the rest of the show’s time-specific outfits; the Barbershop, whilst entertaining, didn’t really fit in with the rest of the show.

Snapbacks donated almost exclusively by the very edgy Richard Meaney

For a college whose formals and bar are known for their strong disapproval of drinking games, the atmosphere of the fashion show was wonderfully good natured and rowdy, with cheers and comic jeers in abundance.

The charity auction, which took place about halfway through, was perfectly engineered to tap into this ambiance by raising just shy of £1000 (albeit just a bit morally questionably getting smashed attendees to splash out).

Celebrating a big win, perhaps?

Notable sales were the promise of a meal cooked by 5 of the models in their underwear, and a bidding war between a couple who were going to share the prize anyway.

Wine is a wonderful thing, isn’t it.

Oozing charisma

Compères, Caroline Butler and Taha Abrar worked strongly in tandem, reading out submissions from those in the audience and engaging with everything that was thrown at them; one notable omission, however, was Simon Wheeldon’s plea for a rich bailey girl to whip him into shape.

(We’ve got your back, Si)

The exclusive after party at Wiff Waff promised beer pong, jager pong and cock pong (not quite as raunchy as it sounds).

It proved to be a decent alternative to Nova that evening; considering how battered everyone was, they may as well have been on whatever concoction was on offer at Loft.

Congrats girls! (Another reveller enjoying himself on the right)

Congratulations to Rebecca Donnelly and Jodie Keith for organising a very successful fashion show, raising in excess of £2000 for local charity, Grace House Hospice.