Pre Fashion Week
From the moment I saw protestors throw red paint on Samanthas fur jacket at New York Fashion Week with her declaritive response of "I love New York," and Carrie effortlessly hailing a cab with a kick of a Jimmy Choo; I've dreamed of experiencing a taste of the life of women in Sex and the City. I arrived in Sydney last Sunday with 22 pairs of shoes in one bag and 27 kilos of outfit options, style bibles and beautifying products in the other three.
Lesson one: Men are not attracted to females with baggage. The good looking ones never come along in moments such as small town gal enters big city and needs help carrying things- no matter how much you act like Carrie Bradshaw.
Lesson two: Hailing a taxi is not as easy as it looks in the movies. Do not stand in the middle of the road or obstruct traffic to hail one because this only aggravates taxi drivers.
Mental note: Next time pack red paint.
I arrived at my hotel, curtesy of google maps and muscles gained at Ezyfit Kawanna after a total of 5 minutes walking. Beauty sleep was a must but impossible to achieve in excitement for the following day. I found an amazing cocktail and wine bar on the Darling Harbour that creates cocktails with hundreds and thousands around the rim. Nobody looked at me weirdly for wearing fabulous shoes to a restaraunt/wine bar in Sydney, and it was the perfect end to a stressful yet excitement filled day.
Stay tuned for the rest of our journey at MBFWA from blogger-spotting to Talulah's latest collection....
