For anyone who possibly missed my regular posting, I apologise for the slight delay. I volunteered to help out at the L’oreal Melbourne Fashion Festival, so I woke up really early on thursday and friday. Fuck, I felt so exhausted by the end of friday. I had to get up at 6am yesterday, go all the way to Docklands work for about two hours, go all the way back home, get dressed for work, go to work, work (I wanted to collapse), go to my grandparents house, get changed for the runway show I attended and then go to the runway show, which was a long fucking adventure on public transport. Last night was supposed to be the first time I’d seen a runway event. Just my luck, the train was delayed by over TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES! #firstworldproblems, By the time we reached the city, we had missed the connecting train. After finally boarding another connecting train service, we then had to wait about half an hour for a tram. We were over half an hour late and by the time my boyfriend and I arrived, the show was almost over. I felt like crying, I was on edge and tired as hell.
We missed everything except for the DI$COUNT show. Unfortunately, most people were just standing around the runway and seeing as we obviously arrived last, I couldn’t really see anything. My vertically challenged self was struggling to get a glimpse of anything. The parts I did see looked amazing though. It’s just a shame that we went through all that, for almost nothing. Seeing the way everyone was dressed was definitely a highlight. I always feel so unstylish at events like these. I also feel extremely shy and rather timid. There were so many outfits I wanted to photograph but I was way too nervous to ask anyone, I asked a few people eventually, but felt like a complete dork afterwards. I’m not chill, or cool, or confident like the Melbourne fashion crowd. I’m over alert, socially awkward and just… not cool. Everyone also seemed to be wondering around, socialising with loads of people afterwards, most people seemed to know a lot of other people there. My boyfriend and I didn’t know anybody. I did bump into a friend I haven’t seen for over a year, but that was it. I basically just stood around for ten minutes to absorb all the amazing looks.
I have to say, I’m quite envious of the people who live in Melbourne’s east, well, the areas like Brunswick, Fitzroy etc. I live in, quite plausibly the most unstylish part of this place. I live in the western suburbs of Melbourne, so I can’t even attempt to dress how I would really like to. Even though I wear outfits ten times more ‘normal’ than what I saw last night, I still manage to receive stares of disgust here. I get harassed and yelled at and made fun of. I honestly feel endangered because of the way I dress sometimes. When I tell my family about it, my dad doesn’t have any sympathy. He just always responds with, “well, what do you expect?”. So, I’m forced to dull my outfit creativity down on a daily basis, which kind of sucks the fun out of getting dressed. When I go to events like these, I always feel so tame and lame, in comparison. Oh well, at least seeing the mega stylish people of this city, inspires me to fuck the haters.
Enough of my insecure ramblings, my boyfriend managed to get a few shots of the show.
What I would do for that pink studded jacket, it’s beyond incredible. In the words of Rachel Zoe, I die.
Damn this girl is lucky!
The hair of the girl on the left, looks so amazing. Reminds me that I need to get my hair cut.
I guess the girl on the right had the glitter on glitter idea too, and I love the bag held by the girl on the left. So awesome! So jealous!
Outfit by yours truly, I almost feel embarrassed displaying this, after you’ve seen such fantastic looks. Maybe I should just give up and start dressing in leggings and singlet tops?
A lady, (I know her brother from Uni) is fighting for her life right now. She’s only 26, has an aggressive cancer and doesn’t have much time left. She is in desperate need of help and needs a stem cell transplant. It’s not as scary to donate stem cells as it sounds, please get tested if you can! She hasn’t found a match on the entire planet so far. Unfortunately, the fact that I have Graves’ disease prohibits me from donating blood or stem cells for the rest of my life.
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