Guys, I am just the worst. I shared some disheartening news about my fur baby Chanel a few weeks back (refresh your memory here) and during my previous post I forgot to inform you all that she is doing a-ok. I also never got around to thanking you all for your concern and the incredible love sent her way. I swear if my Coco-Bean understood what a blogging community is or the internet in general, she would be wagging her tail silly. Mind you, she saves that super special occasions. I did post a quick update on Instagram yesterday since the general consensus was that of need for urgent updating. So rest assured she is really, really good.
So, Sydney fashion week is over and done with but the buzz surrounding some of the designs that came traipsing down whimsical runways remains. Like the ethereal effervescence of Tony Maticevski or the resplendence of Ten Pieces at Bondi Iceburgs. Despite being unable to attend this year because you know, life and stuff, I happily watched from the sidelines. Especially the street fashions. Not that I am biased or anything but us Aussies really are a stylish bunch and boy do we know how to dress too.
|images via: elle, vogue australia and harpers bazaar australia, keishikibi.com, the fashion post|