I still haven’t gotten used to the fact that everyone drives on the opposite side of the road, so I can’t allow myself to cross the road alone.
You know, Americans say New ORlens but Australians say New OrlEENs, and as an Australian trying to fit in with a bunch of Americans I don’t know what to do.Read more "The Home of the Brave"
After feeling glamorous for two days – staying in a posh hotel, wearing sparkly shoes and going to fancy dinners – it’s almost a relief to get back into my ugly sports leggings for the trip home.Read more "The End – Paris Fashion Week"
When I woke up in the dark, there was a brief moment where I wondered why my bedroom looked different. I quickly realised that I was not in my house in Melbourne, but in a fancy hotel in Paris. Weird.Read more "The Climax – Paris Fashion Week"
Jet lag is a thing and it is real. And it is not my friend.Read more "The Rising Action – Paris Fashion Week"
This is genuinely the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Even crazier than sharing a pop tart with Ryan Gosling, and I think that says something.Read more "The Beginning – Paris Fashion Week"