Billy Blue College of Design, Open Day

Wow, first post of the year! Woo hoo! I’m writing this after waking up from a mid-day nap, the jet lag coming back from Milan just hit me. I’m currently in the midst of a whirlwind life-reorganiszing. This involves going back to work, moving into a new apartment, plus seeing all my friends again. I was worried that after the magic of my recent study experience overseas, I’d come back home depressed, however it’s feeling really damn good to be back in the warmth of Brisbanes weather (and people).

I have for you, an opportunity.

If you’ve ever been curious about studying Fashion at Billy Blue College of Design, come along and pick my brains this Saturday at Open Day. I’ll be there all day to answer any questions you may have, or even just to chat. Hope to see you there!


The Power of Fashion

My classmate asked me if I’d model for her styling assignment, and my heart exploded when she told me the inspiration behind the Stella Jean themed shoot. She told me about a movement happening in her home country of Peru, where women are standing up and speaking out against violence. One of the things that always draws me to fashion is the way that it can be used to tell powerful stories. That’s exactly what we did, and I’m so proud to have been part of it.

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Stockholm Trip

Now, this may be a little confusing as I am currently in Milan, however I’ve finally had the time to put together this video of my trip earlier in the year to Stockholm, Sweden! I went as part of pretty much the coolest uni excursion ever, and we had such an amazing jam packed two weeks. Enjoy!

P.s Song credit where song credit is due! Sweet tune is called ‘Good for You’ by THBD

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Clothing Swap Party – Italian Style!

Milan isn’t really a city that is renound for it’s sustainable and ethical fashion scene, however I was hopeful upon arriving here that I’d be able to uncover what it had to offer with my super sustainable sleuthing skills. Within my first few weeks I managed to nab myself an invite to a local Clothing Swap Party thanks to a Facebook group I’d joined called Girls in Milan.

The event, run by three friends, was aimed at women who were new to the city and wanted to connect with others through their wardrobes (cute, right?). The rules were as follows:

  • Bring at least 7 clothing items
  • All items must be good quality/washed/ironed
  • Accessories likes bags/shoes/jewellery are accepted too
  • Participants are given 7 tokens with their name on them when they arrive
  • Their clothing/accessories are then put on display on racks/hangers
  • Participants then browse and place their 7 tokens on the other items they want
  • The event was 5 euros (which covered champagne and yummy snacks)

I knew I’d found the right apartment when I came across bunting with the words “SWAP IT” on the door. I was one of the first people to arrive, and quickly explained that I didn’t actually come along to swap anything, but more to observe and hopefully make some friends (which was also totally acceptable). I started chatting to a cool Canadian girl named Jesabel with an enviable pixie haircut, and we quickly bonded over missing our boyfriends back home, entrepreneurship and running our own businesses (check out her brilliant Boss Girl video HERE and her Kickstarter Campaign HERE).

IMG_6796 2IMG_6791 2IMG_6801 2The small living room was very quickly packed with clothing and women, most speaking loudly and passionately in Italian, although I did manage to connect with a few others who were also there to make new friends. Once everyone had hung their clothes and had their tokens distributed is when chaos erupted. This is something I’ve experienced a few times in Italy, where things like personal space go straight out the window. Jesabel was in the thick of it, browsing swiftly and putting her tokens on the items she wanted. Pretty quickly she realised that someone had been removing her tokens and replacing them with their own (very bad form).

IMG_6804 2IMG_6794 2Together we discussed what to do, and both agreed to ask the hosts, however by the time this happened, the woman who had swapped out Jesabels tokens had left the party! It seemed Jesabel wasn’t the only one to get stung, and apparently it wasn’t just one woman doing the dirty (there was a pair who’d walked out with more than they’d swapped).

This put a bit of a dampener on the night. There wasn’t the slow and relaxing pace, conversation and connection that I had experienced at other clothing swap parties back home, but I think that had a lot to do with the fact that the ones I’d been to were with friends and not strangers. The language barrier also made it difficult, and the chaos of it all made me feel safer sticking to the sidelines eating carrots and hummus dip as opposed to trying to start a conversation.

IMG_6800 2Luckily, Jesabel managed to find 7 good quality pieces in the end, one of which was a sparkling straw hat which she picked especially for me. I walked away with a new experience, a really cool new friend and a bloody awesome hat.

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