Tiredness stretched over from the weekend, for I didn't get a chance to recover from Saturday's Royal Randwick Doncaster Day. It was a beautiful day at the races - the rain stopped and the sun came out in all its glory! The day was made even more marvellous because finally, yes finally I met and exchanged words with (my dear) Miranda Kerr. Eventhough it was short, it was very memorable - "Hey, having a good day?" I said,"Yeah not too bad" she replied. And with those soft words, she was whisked away by her boyfriend, who just happens to be A-List celebrity Orlando Bloom! haha (no chance) but next time mate, next time.
This week, I am once again surrounded by very tall women, very rich but balding men, designers, fashion photographers, lines of paparrazzi and celebrities who don't know me (yet) - all expected from Australia's Rosemount Fashion Week - yet another fashion event! (It is really not as much fun as what it sounds like).
I personally never get tired of watching scores of models strutting their stuff to deafening techno/dance and hip hop remixes, but mingling with the people next to us wrecks the brain a little bit - I really don't know much about fashion! I've also resorted to doing 'golf claps' rather than heartfelt palm hurting ones - but when the boss looks our way (who happens to be seated directly across from us), its back to the loud claps and bouts of "oh yeah, brilliant, absolutely brilliant, bravo...encore!". Fakeness is a prerequisite, Acting is a required skill.
Funny things always tend to happen, at least we try to find humour in the smallest of things. One of the models walked onto the runway with possibly one of the biggest balls of sticky tape latched onto her shoe. I wonder who allowed her to walk onto the runway like that? Isn't there usually a crazy woman, (I'd imagine with a british accent) who check up on the models before they go out? The whole 2nd row, at least the responsible advertising execs in the 2nd row had their eyes on the ball of sticky tape, just waiting for it to drop off, or for a model to come up from behind and casually kick it off her. Bit like watching tennis, lots of ascending "oooh!...", and then descending "aww...."s - but it never came off. All I could say to the "Horticultural designer" aka florist when she asked me what I thought of that design was, "Oh very brave, sticky tape is very chic - very 2009" - and she agreed with a laugh!
Second thing, before we left for a Tuesday evening show, Thomie Two Times (he repeats everything he says twice) felt his Ben Sherman shirt was a bit too informal for a dinner appointment, so he traded with Tony for his shirt and tie combo. The sad bit is, Thomie had been wearing that same shirt for the last few days because he'd just flown back from Italy. Without a doubt, funkiness emitted from the pits. Once Tony put on the shirt and lifted his arms, the aroma filled the office - it kinda stung the notrils. When we got to the show, it just got worse, everytime he'd make a gesture or anything his pits would send out a violating funk. After about an hour, we couldn't take it anymore. Luckily we saw an old friend Melissa, a scout for chic model management, and told her of the news, she took us to the back and tried to find something for him to change into. Sounded like a plan but everything available was a size 4 and under, in women's wear hahaha can't believe he put it on, was tight as a motherfuker on him! It was reminiscent of 3rd year uni when he'd wear shirts so tight, his nipples would hit you when he talked to you. He looked friggin ridiculous, he couldn't even turn around! Mel finally found a male model and Tony changed into a proper Morrissey shirt - but man, it was hilarious!
3 more days to go, I bet all this hype will 'kick in' at about Friday midday for me - when its all too late!
..Sunrise over Manly
...remember to stretch Tony!
...Bye Bye Beach! Until Summertime...
