The cool change came through just in time for the St Kilda festival yesterday. Speaking of cool. These dudes caught my eye. Spesh the man in the middle. Obviously on the way to The Angels. Rock it.
Long weekends always send me out of wack. That extra day.
You end up squeezing two weekends worth of partying into one and the five days work into four. Tis not good for the health. Especially when the long weekend is a celebration of ones patriotism. And particularly if you screamed at the The Black Kids, jumped up and down to The Prodigy and swayed to Neil Young at the Big Day Out.
It doesn’t make for a pleasant Tuesday. But it does make for some great photos and fricken hilaaaarious memories.
There were some serious outfits kickin about the dust around Flemington but given the temperature I thought the most important accessory of the day was a hat. And no. You with the mullet wig, that doesn’t count as a hat. Although it does provide some shade.
Here are some of the pearlers that caught my eye.
I’ll be back next week with a bevvie of man-gifts, finds and favourites.
In the mean time you can purchase one of these divine ‘Gone Shopping’ signs here.
Over and out.
Drinking from jam jars reminds me of scholling cocktails at Cocomangas in Byron Bay. A right of passage.
Yesterday, instead of cocktails, I was sipping fresh peppermint tea picked from the herb gardens growing on the walls of the sustainable restaurant. Temporarily perched on the Acmi Side of Fed Square ‘The Green House by Joost’ is built from recycled and recyclable material.
Joost takes spreading the plight of the planet to the next level by creating an educational environmental experience in the I’ve-got-to-get-to-work-my-life-is-so-busy-city-slicker-what-does-country-air-smell-like contrast of Melbourne’s CBD.
Head in and enjoy a jam jar latte. Or, if you plan to go after 4pm, for cheeky bevvie from a melted down wine or stubby bottle, make sure you sign up as a member so you can get in, or just go to your nearest hipster store and pick up a bunch of tickets. It folds up on Jan 29.
Don’t ask me how, but some how I managed to score an invite to opening night of the new Bvlgari store on Collins. That’s the Paris end of Collins of course.
We sipped on Gin Martinis, held bags we would never own, drooled over jewels and bookmarked our engagement rings. Diamonds that blind. Lovely.
I got a few pics but my camera didn’t do the outfits justice under the bold lights of the store. Snappety Snap.
My buddy and I were a bit disappointed that our goody bags didn’t contain one of their new cuffs or a pair of sunnies that we’d been eyeing off all night. We only got perfume.
Oh, it’s a hard life.