As of Thursday last week, Sydney welcomed its first custom design hotel. For the duration of MBFW, I have been fortunate enough to trial it. Spoiler alert: it's like no hotel experience I've had before.
Day Three of Fashion Week, and thanks to Blair Archibald, I come to terms with the fact that I don't agree nor relate to everything about fashion and its world. But can we still like, admire and enjoy something.. whilst positioning ourselves in its grey area?
The post where I admit that nip slips now feel normal; that Anna Quan is a master of the contemporary woman, and finally, that 3.30am is just far too early to function.
Every year, no matter the extent of prep that goes into Fashion Week, things always manage to go slightly (or wildly) different than planned. To Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Australia, I'm trying to take a smarter approach. This is the truthful behind-the-scenes of a blogger prior to Fashion Week.
2 months ago, I moved to Melbourne. And 2 months ago, I experienced my first feeling of home. Since then, I've experienced the good and the bad of finding home in a new city. Here's the reality of things; some would say, an expansion on the Instagram highlights.
Because there's no reason we should be living a lesser life. Remove the term "idealistic" from your vocabulary and doors will open. Here's 5 ways to live the life you've imagined NOW.
There are two sides to every story. What is it - but the fear of guilt - that makes you exempt from hearing the other? My recent trip to Fiji saw me unpacking more than bikinis, but factory life and cultural disparity. This is Behind Our Fashion, an intimate look into the other side of the story.
Because when it comes down to it, my 2017 self has a lot to answer for. Here's the story of how she's making it into 2018. Warning: You may just find yourself asking similar questions.
I’ve found a note on my phone of which I recall writing on one of the first days of January, 2017. I say ‘one of’ as it was likely not the very first: I’m notorious for both forgetting and avoiding these type things (growth and the universal expectation that we set yearly deadlines on it). I struggle to discern a cheese scone from a cheese-and-bacon pinwheel at the best of times (and such has pertinence being vegetarian). Trying to discern my larger goals from the cloudy sky in which they reside presents itself as an almost equally stressful task.…
The other day I was listening to Sam Smith’s, “Too Good at Good Byes”, and weird as it sounds, placing myself in his heartbreak. Ironically, all my relationships have ended somewhat amicably, and even more importantly, I’m in a happy one at the present. It made me wonder: why did it feel so good to pretend I knew Smith’s pain? Was it the gospel choir that chimes in mid-way? Or something much deeper than this? I know what you’re thinking: what’s deeper than a gospel choir, right? Well, it turns out there is one such thing. Another…