Sorry about the delay in posts...(not, i've been totally bust, so busy and my hard drive decided to freak the fuck out. whatevs)
Anyway so I went to Melbourne Friday - Monday, it was totally sick.
My dad is working there on some shit Nicky Cage film so i stayed with him, Anna stayed too.
It was a girls weekend away with Daddy.
It was so so so fancy, this was the lobby!
This was the reason we were over an hour late to any meetings, parties, drinks and dinners.
Because there would be an hours runway session, just like ANTM (ask sophie brahm!)
YOU BETTER WORK GIRL!
There was also this sick Madonna film clip lounge thing, which was about the most sexual thing any of us had seen. It kind of creeped me out that my dad walks through this decor everyday, he says he avoids it and goes to the car park but still a very non dad environment unless your dad is Snoop Dogg copin some sick blow jobs by 12 rap girls.
Dad hated us..... i think he forgot what i was like.
If you want space to breath, never let fashion bitches stay with you.
It was piles for miles in the appartment, there was alot of cleaning in preperation for this photo so my mum wouldnt kill me. It was a mess of Del Katherine Barton prints, mondrian Tini K, crochet bonnets and essential melbourne blacks.
Anna in the kitchen nook, Luke gave us those carnations the night before for being 'good girls!-my good girls' it was the sweetest thing ever.
We accidentally took way too many vitamin B and fish oil tablets that day to cure the token carlton club hang over...... our wee's smelt so gross.
Probably a miracle Anna captured me this calm, ever since a horrible inncident a couple of weeks ago where i cried and cried till i gave myself black eyes and felt the worst broken heart in history because of ........ well everyone knows. Anyway since then i have been a jack in the box, I'm so sorry to everyone on my flight down to mebourne. Hysteria would be an under statement.
I came out of my mothers womb a wife. Just a spot of hand washing and delicate hand drying.
People who wreck nice shit annoy me so much! Its nice, keep it nice bitch. Its like a dagger to my heart when i see a cashmere pill or a defined bold coloured print run in hot water.
Or a club slut get fucked in 77 bathrooms in Bernhard Willhelm.
Ingrid was a super excellent tour guide. She kidnapped Luke for us so we could have babez beauty sleep for the governors ball, which was so flippin sweet.
This was at Hells Kitchen in some shitty little lane, when we arrived the bar girl yelled at ingrid "WHERES YOUR HAT, YOUR IN THE HAT CLUB" she immediately tied her scarf on her head. She was in. Thats just how she rolls.
It appartment was 200 spencer st, right accross the road from the station.
Which meant lots of brady bunch fun up the escalators over to the doclands for fashion shit.
We always rolled up singing 'THIS IS A STORY....", I was Cindy, Anna was Bobby, Luke was Alice and Ingrid was Mrs Brady!
More to come soon.... including : THE GOVERNORS BALLS, AND THE GIRLS THAT GET EMBARASSED WHEN THE TAXI DOES A FREAKY MELBOURNE U-TURN OUT THE FRONT OF CHANEL.
Oh also, Anna and I listened to the R's radio station the whole time, it was so good. Our favorite radio station ever, we had to keep asking Briony for the frequency, it annoyed the shit out of her.
Live and Direct from the quantas club lounge!