Why is it that every Mercedes Benz Australian Fashion Week in Sydney, I am always in the same predicament? Menstrual; eating everything that’s not tied down and consequently becoming a barrel with several chins complete with adult acne. All while the rest of Sydney is hob-knobbing with their toned bodies in Louis Boutins, draped in designer garb and posting glamorous photos of themselves on Instagram. Why is this traditionally my most unglamorous time?
Backstage at the Dylan Cooper show, winner of last season’s Project Runway, there was nearly an ethereal tranquility in the air. Had I just stepped into a parallel universe or was this guy not launching his very first collection on the stage of Australian Fashion Week in the next hour? Maybe, I had just missed a meltdown of sorts? I mean, surely someone’s had a wobbly or a small turn for the worse? Apparently no – none of the above.
This laidback vibe was just a reflection of the lovely Dylan and his beautiful, carefree, 70’s inspired collection – stunning sheer flowing skirts and blouses, dresses fit for a young Stevie Nicks, rockstar suits in bright colours and opulent velvet in romantic-boho prints, inspired by his prize for Project Runway – a three week vacance to London, New York and Paris. (You can see the inspiration of a Parisian fountain in a blue-hued printed silk-chiffon dress). Continue reading