A few weeks ago we all saw the amazing runway snaps from the Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week. The collections looked absolutely amazing, and actually an old soccer teammate of mine showed her collection. Her brand Akle was so whimsical and pretty, I fell in love with each piece. So much pink, tulle and embroidery, I felt like I was in a fairytale land. Sadly, I didnt actually get to go to the 4 days they call fashion week, but I did catch a show during the weekend edition. I decided to only attend one show because the cheapest tickets were $85 dollars and I also shouted a ticket for my boyfriend – very expensive 10-15 minutes! It was the opening show by Alice McCall.
The night started off with a blissful end to a 9 hour shift, followed by a frantic struggle to make my way to Carriageworks in the pouring rain with my white chocolate mocha in hand. Thankfully I had Laurence to hold the umbrella and direct us through the streets of Redfern. When we finally walked in I couldn’t help but notice the amazing interior, and the contrast between the rustic wearhouse and the glamour radiating from those around me. The venue was gorgeous to say the least. Waiting to go in, you could definitely feel how fierce everyone thought they were. Walking around with perfect posture and looking totally sassy. Some pulled it off, others didn’t.
When we finally began to line up, one woman decided she was better than everyone else there and pushed in. The security guard turned a blind eye, so I was a bit annoyed by that. Frustrations aside, seeing the designers clothes on the runway was a surreal experience. The cohesive and thought-out nature of the show made it a live piece of art and we were watching it unfold. McCall’s collection was very 60’s/ 70’s inspired with the daisy dresses, florals and flared sleeves. I find when you show someone photos from a runway show they say “who on earth would wear that! You can see her boobs?!”. As naive as people can be when it comes to fashion shows, I like to kindly explain that fashion is an art form, so inevitably it is going to be odd, quirky and push boundaries.
I hoped to be able to show you some of the photos I took from the runway show, BUT I took them on my iPhone and they turned out less than perfect. Thankfully my lovely friend Brenda took amazing photos during the week that she kindly let me use – Thanks girl!
The night ended with us deciding not to brave public transport and the rain, instead we opted to catch an uber to take us to binge on pizza and waffles. Even after being around super skinny tall girls, I did not feel an ounce of shame. I would have loved to have seen the big shows during fashion week, but unfortunately fashion is an exclusive club. Maybe i’ll get invited next year.
Photographed by Brenda Duong