May 26, 2010

Boy oh boy!

It was all shock and awe when Russh did an editorial featuring cult it-boy Jethro "I've got more to offer than this pout and pose honey" Cave, and now they've bravely ventured into the realm of publishing men on the cover of female oriented fashion magazines a la Oyster, i-D, Dazed etc etc.

Along side the male cover debut, the "Bunny 'Aint No Kind Of Rider" editorial is by far the most amazing editorial I've layed my eyes on. The spashes vibrant colour reminds me of documentaries if seen on Holi, the once a year Hindu festival of Colour where in one particular riatual participants throw around and smear each other with mountains of coloured ground-up flowers. It's a beautiful celebration of colour and I'd say that's what this editorial is in iteslf - a dazzling celebration of colours.

I'm pretty pissed considering my copy hasn't arrived in the mail yet - it's always late! And we all know just how hard it is to resist trawling the internet for previews of our favourite publication. I can't wait to get my hands on it and add to the shrine on my wall. If you want to know something about my wall: There's really not much there because I'm so select about what makes the cut, but snippets of this editorial will most certainly be the new focal piece.

images: pedestrianTV

Untitled from Russh on Vimeo.


May 21, 2010

Day one at Jesselle PR

Well. My first day at Jesselle PR. Where on earth do I start? Perhaps I could begin with what I wore - but I kind of already blew the lid on that yesterday. What can I say? I couldn't help myself!

9:30am and I'm ontime for my first day at Jesselle. Pulling up to Lightspace Studios I was greeted with architecture that is so out of its place in the back streets of Fortitude Valley that excitement got the better me. Dad could tell and tried to use his soothing words to settle me down. I jumped out of the car, gave dad a quick kiss goodbye and drew a deep breath of the crisp morning air before checking out my reflection in the car window as he drove away. Typical.

So this was it. Here I was, staring into the huge glass window, peering into the world I so desperately want to be a part of. I mean, there were high heels decorating the window sill. Hello! Where else could I possibly want to be!

After I met the girls (Jessica and Jessica) and got a run down of their clients and their philosophy on brand building, I wrote a few press releases, flicked through a few (read: more than a few) magazines, drank a tonne of coffee and caught up on some much needed fashion reading I have otherwise been neglecting due to uni.

I just found out that an old acquantience of mine, Benjamin Ringuet, has recently been picked up by Jesselle for representation. I've been tracking his development for a few years now and couldn't wait to get my hands on his unreleased collection. I could see myself in literally every single one of his pieces - and was lucky enough to be wearing one later that evening! (That's a whole other story in itself, and for those of you who haven't yet stopped reading, I will treat you with now).

So basically they had a full lookbook shoot planned for one of their jewellery labels. Going through the garments the girls had collected I pulled together a few looks and who would have known - their colour palette was nudes and whites. Heaven! Anyway the model and hair and makeup girl couldn't make it due to a few re-arrangements so I jumped on facebook and started harassing every model friend I had. Then one of the Jess' tells me they just found a girl available for the shoot. Annie Dwyer. I thought to myself "that sounds suspiciously similiar to my friend's name, Anne Dyer". Turns out Jess got it wrong and it WAS my friend. How stoked was I?!

Anyway 6pm rolls around and we've prepped everything for the shoot at the studio (props, garments, looks, insipration etc) and now it's time to head on over to the Courier Mail studios where the magic is set to happen. Just before we leave, I find out I have been volunteered to model for the lookbook along side Anne. How does this keep happening to me! Lucky I had that champagne earlier...

So Anne and I head over to the studio and we're beside ourself with laughter in the car at how ridicilous this whole situation is (considering neither of us are actually models) and that we were about to both shoot the official campaign for an international brand.

We get to the studios, slather on as much makeup as humanly possible and attempt to curl my hair with a ghd. Considering it's dead straight and impossible to style, this proved to be a challenge but we managed. Nothing a bit of persistance and a whole can of hair spray can't fix. The second we were ready we ran to the table where there was FOOD. We were STARVING. I swear the designers, photographer and PR girls were all casting funny looks our way because they've probably never seen 'models' eat so much in their lifes. Anne and I couldn't help but chuckle.

Now before you start to think that photoshoots are as glamarous as they seem on FTV - don't be fooled. There's tonnes of waiting around and I quickly learnt the philosophy of "fake it until you make it". We had about five garments between us. Five garments with two girls and six looks to create. As you can imagine, a whole lot of substituting and bull clipping went on and I ended up manipulating a mens shirt into a boobtube... don't ask. Oh! I forgot to mention the Benjamin Ringuet dress. I suppose this shoot was where I got to wear it! By the end of the night at around 10:30pm, Anne and I were losing our shit with the giggles and we all decided to call it a wrap.

All in all, as far as a first day at an internship goes, I really can't complain. Thirteen hours, a photoshoot and a million press releases later, I cannot wait for next weeks adventure with Jesselle PR.

the showroom

the shoot


May 20, 2010

Sexy time

On my break at Jesselle PR. Will fill you in on the details tomorrow.

PS. Just stumbled cross this blog. Love it. And you will all work out exactly why after reminiscing over my unhealthy obsession with nude.

Emma Rea dress, vintage fur, Soot headband

May 18, 2010

Hissy fits and internships

I lost my Blackberry. My life is effectively over. I feel like chucking a Naomi Campbell inspired tantrum - but I don't have a phone to throw. I just can't win!

In other news which I'm sure you all give a shit about - I secured another fashion based public relations internship, this time it's here in Brisbane. I'll update you all after my first day on Thursday.

image: modelmode

May 15, 2010

Subfusco FW2010 The Inhabitants

Excuse the unforgivable sixteen day delay on this post. Just to be unique I'm going to tell you I have absolutely no excuse for the delay apart from sheer lazyness. Worst blogger on earth? Almost.

Anyway, so I get a call from a contact (or a friend-of-a-friend as they say in the real world. I'm going to say contact, it sounds far more fabulous) a few weeks ago asking if I'd be interested in coordinating the monthly fashion shows at an event called Threaded. I'd heard a lot of hype about Threaded, but me being the hermit I am, have never managed to venture along. After a quick exchange of details I decided to check out the forthcoming event to see if it was my kind of thing. Turns out it was...eventually.

So Friday night rolls around and I get there at 7pm before anything too serious starts happening to see how I can help out. A few air kisses later and the next thing I know I'm air kissing my old friend Josh from Subfusco. It's his show tonight!

No sooner was I getting all excited about my friends' show than I am violently thrown into panic mode. I've been informed that one of the models has just pulled out and I'd be "the perfect replacement" considering I was already wearing the appropriate footwear for the show. Are these people insane? Have they seen me? A size ten, 5'7" girl who loves food too much for her own good, in my books, is not the ideal model. Before I had time to protest and plead my culinary case I was being fitted for my two runway looks and whisked over to hair and makeup. Why did I have to be wearing my comfy combat boots tonight? Why! This was not in the job description!

Anyway, once I pushed images of Beth Ditto getting her sexy on out of my mind and got over the fact that I'd be standing next to six foot, size six models, I grabbed a champagne (yes, with a straw) and my packet of cigarettes and started to embrace my temporary albeit absurd role as "model".

Here are some of my backstage snaps and a couple of images from the amazing look book.

Joshua Scacheri backstage - surprisingly calm before the showbackstage


May 10, 2010

GUEST POST: Rosemount Australian Fashion Week Dresser Diary

The following is a post by my best friend and fellow Brisbane freelance fashion writer, Georgia Colclough. For work or other enquiries email her here or read her old blog here.

As one of the privileged few who had the opportunity to work backstage at Rosemount Australian Fashion Week this year, boy do I have some stories. From model tantrums to the cuties I fell in love with, this year's crop of girls were both amazing and horrifying to work with. But before I delve too deeply into life backstage, I'd just like to have a bit of a rant about the poor organisation from MIRO house who were in charge of the volunteer schedule.

I boarded my flight to Sydney on Sunday morning nervous, excited and utterly anxious to get down to business. The volunteers congregated around the Overseas Passenger Terminal on Sunday afternoon, a sea of black as apparently the dress code in the fashion industry is such. I felt at home for the first time in well, ever having borrowed Miann's blue patent leather Doc's for the week which were regrettably too small. None the less I persevered through Circular Quay with a spring in my step, eager to meet my fellow model dressers for the week. Every girl I spoke to had come from interstate and of 3000 people who applied only 200 of us were chosen.

You can imagine the utter disappointment we endured on our first day after waiting around for over four hours to get a glimpse of the world we so desperately wanted to be apart of. Alas, we were pushed into a corner, into a shadow and told to stay out of sight - heaven forbid the show attendees saw the lack of organisation by MIRO house. If you can cast your mind to a scene in "I Am Legend" with Will Smith, there is a particular point where Smith finds a dark room full of infected people who had consequently turned into mindless blood sucking zombies akin to the same thing as vermin on the food chain. This is how it felt to be shoved aside by the show organisers.

However, it was not all doom and gloom on that first day. We devious folk learnt a trick or two and made friends in high places. It was every man for himself and those who were too passive to take what they wanted fell behind. This was how I worked my way into the Zimmermann show on day 2 where I had the pleasure of dressing the Eurasian beauty Rachel Rutt. The poor thing was having trouble breathing with out being able to adjust her silver collar and it was possibly the most stressed I've ever been in my life. The show was by far the most impressive that I had the privilege of witnessing and I bumped into Lara Bingle, Alyssa Sutherland and news presenter Angela Bishop backstage which for a small Brisbane girl like me was thoroughly exciting. Zimmermann showcased an array of geometric shapes and patterns in beautiful juxtaposition to smokey hues and pastels. My favourite look was the cropped grey-blue high necked singlet which sat beautifully with the free flowing hem against a high waisted flair trouser, similar colouring, all silk.

Other shows I dressed at included Seventh Wonderland, Little Joe, Lucette and a young designer group showcase where designer Gary Yang is truly one to watch. It was at this show that I made friends with a beautiful model called Kendall, she was the most down to earth girl at fashion week and a pleasure to work with. I had also dressed her the day before at Lucette which was a bit of a blur but with the extra time between the group showcases I had the opportunity to chat to Kendall where I learnt all about the life of a model. At the Lucette show I had the pleasure of meeting and dressing Samantha Harris who is currently on the cover of Australian Vogue. She's not much of a talker but on account of being at several of her shows and being with my very talkative friend Samantha Kolb, she opened up and I can honestly say the girl is as lovely as she looks.

Finally let me enlighten you to some of the tantrums I witnessed backstage. I hate to say it but a certain blonde haired model dating a certain prominent Australian musician who had that awful song 'straight lines' was downright painful. You know what, who am I kidding, it was Louise Van de Vorst, I can't say I was being exactly subtle with my hints. I understand being a model must be stressful but many manage to do it with out blaming their dressers for every error in the show. Just sayin...

On another note the poor dresser next to me at Lucette had to deal with an unknown Russian model that threw her shoe across the room until the designer came up to her, kissed her arse, begged her to try another pair of shoes and walk with out attitude. One 'hmph' later and an upturned nose saw her stomp her feet all the way to the line. Very entertaining.

As for designer tantrums lets just say there were more than a few who couldn't stand the 'help'. Understandably backstage dramas are unavoidable and every designer has practically gone through the process of giving birth to their creations so when something goes wrong, shit hits the fan. Nicky and Simone Zimmermann were all hustle and bustle backstage after Mac makeup artists put body makeup on the models before garments were put on. This was a HUGE no no, considering the fact that these clothes were mostly 100% silk and concealer on the trouser five minutes before the show is a big mistake. Nicky and Simone looked like their heads were going to explode and the make up artists were kicked out of the backstage area. Luckily with a little gentle scrubbing, some water and a hair dryer, the hair dressers saved the day.

Aside from the shows, Sydney of course provided me with an abundance to play with on my downtime. Food, drinks, shopping and fashion week, what more could a girl want?

It has been a pleasure Fashion Falsehood followers, I look forward to my next opportunity to post for Miann again.

Georgia xx

Rachel Rutt backstage at Ksubi
Zimmermann: favourite look
Kendal at LucetteSamantha Harris at Lucette
Louise Van de Vorst: tanturam queen

backstage images: Samantha Kolb
runway images:, fashionising

May 9, 2010

Sydney Fashion Week

Expect a wrap up of RAWF shorty and perhaps a sneaky guest post by my friend who was working at fashion week. In the mean time, lust over this latte that was served in the media centre. Photo taken by Patty Huntington.Share