The reminiscence of the Parisian-esque alleyways soaked with the smell of overnight spilled-liquor was the thought process that came into mind when I wondered how in the eyes of ‘stereotypical couture’ would not be “caught dead” in the streets with the obvious disparity of classes. I called that disparity ‘art’.

Another tear-jerking, weepy-eyed moment as per Maticevski’s 50 shades of affair with Ryan Storer’s silverware – Dion Lee delivered and upped the ante. Curating fluidity in the foundation of the collection on equal balances and going back to basics, the eponymous label that has been known to be a powerhouse to functional minimalism to womenswear … Continue Reading

And while I try to justify the awestruck moment I experienced, the beauty between the complementary juxtapose elements have brought a new meaning to my work and inspiration in editorial value. With curating a runway show that explains that street-luxury is not indifferent to the conventional fashion that everyone has grown one-sided to, it is about time we learn the true culture of fashion in its equal rights and diverse of expectation of trends to come.

With the end of 2016’s MBFWA event last month its time to head straight to the commemorator himself and his impeccable show for the weepy-teary eyed enthusiast for the arts. Maticevski, Toni Maticevski. A man of visionary lengths who builds his foundation with the eye of detailing and aesthetics, and one who doesn’t conform to said commerce standards that the digital age has bred. An editorial work of art and a testament of what the arts justify being. Maticevski is the man you call to lead a squad of incredible Australian designers.

It’s been some time since I found a place that I could frequent myself to call it my “second home” – by now, I guess ‘second’ could be a tad bit overused in my books. And by calling it “home” I meant being able to co-ordinate my local directional bearings and the seasonal “over-usage ‘slash’ reliance” of my Google Maps for my ultimate satire times of need. Perhaps, I’m expecting the unexpected gain of triumph over mapping my way religiously in and out of Sydney streets. I’m pretty hopeful. Though, it felt pretty good to be able to fit right in place – especially in a city that I could see myself living for the next couple of years.

I believe that the city has its charm over me. I’m swooned.