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Camilla’s Grand Showcase

Sitting in the back row of Camilla’s Grand Showcase, I was pining. Every single element of every single outfit on every single model was divine. Now I may be a tad biased because Camilla Franks is without a doubt my favorite designer, and because I love a good kaftan, but seriously, I did not hear one bad review.

Camilla has this way with fashion that I struggle to find in other designers. She creates fashion that is completely edgy but still feminine, out-there but still wearable.


The whole show had an element of drama to it- the runway was printed in fantastic, colorful patterns, there was a conductor and a band sitting in the middle of the crowd playing orchestral music and the front two rows were decked out in stunning, beaded Camilla cushions which at the end of the show those sitting on them got to take home as a souvenir.


The styling was also phenomenal, it sort of reminded me of Lord of the Rings- the dreadlocks and plaits in the hair, models carrying enormous staffs and flags, with their dresses and capes flowing down the runway behind them.

Being a poor uni student, I am not one to go and spend $600 on a dress, but as soon as I got home from the Camilla Grand Showcase, I jumped onto her website and started trying to figure out how I could justify a purchase.

Working at the fashion festival for four years I have seen a few runway shows, but this will undoubtedly go down as the Queen of them all in my mind, and it will be pretty hard to topple Camilla from that throne.

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That’s like Social Suicide..


So as that time of year rolls around again, I decided I would reminisce on what would have to be my most entertaining memory from last year’s L’Oreal Melbourne Fashion Festival (now coined the Virgin Australia Melbourne Fashion Festival– not quite so catchy).

To give you some context, there are a team of us who work for the Chairman throughout the festival basically as assistants to her and her guests, we also get to watch a few of the shows- one of my favourite perks.

So this one night we were sitting and watching a beautiful runway show, seated a few rows behind the Chairman, when we noticed a bit of a ruckus going on in the row behind her. There were a couple of ladies who were, excuse my French, fucked off their faces (yes at the fashion festival) sitting in the second row, literally yelling at the models.

Now we all love a good drink, but time and place people! Time and place!

We watched as the Chairman swapped seats with the poor woman who was initially sitting next to the drunken biddies, this poor woman also happened to be the head of one of the major sponsors of the festival.

After realizing that any attempt to shut the women up clearly wasn’t going to work as by this point they had started pretty much drinking from the champagne bottle they had under their seats, the Chairman called security over to eradicate the problem..

The ladies kicked up a massive fuss- reminiscent of those times myself or my friends have been rejected from nightclubs; and security as dragged them out one of them thought it appropriate to pour her drink over the Chairman’s head.. You can imagine the amount of people who rushed briskly to her side with towels/tissues etc.

What made this drama all the more ironic was that one of the ladies left her phone on the seat next to the Chairman.

Honey, you will never, ever be invited to an important event again.. Nor will you ever be getting that phone back.

Lesson to be learned from this scenario- think carefully about occasions that it is okay to get plastered (hint: not at the Fashion Festival), and about who you should be pouring a drink over (hint: not the Chairman of the Fashion Festival).

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