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judy smith Apr 2015
fascinating and most amusing parts of fashion week.

And as Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week kicks into gear in Sydney, it’s celebrities, all-important buyers and retailers, editors, stylists and a whole lot of self-anointed fashion bloggers who make the A-row cut.

The posturing and posing that goes on to secure a coveted front row seat at each and every one of the 47 shows can be hilarious.

No matter how high a heel you wear, how big your sunglasses are or how smartypants your designer blazer is, no-one gets seated front row if they can’t, literally, bring something to the style marketing table.

The main front row players are definitely editors. And buyers. Hands down.

But bloggers and digital media players have made their presence known over the last few years — with the better ones considered front row deities when it comes to seating.

Designer Kym Ellery snared the opening night slot of fashion week with the likes of Lindy Klim, Kyly Clarke, Margaret Zhang, Bambi Northwood Blyth and every magazine and style editor that mattered in the front row.

Model Gemma Ward attends the Tome show at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Australia 2015 sitti
(Photo:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses)
Meanwhile, Vogue, Harpers Bazaar, marieclaire, Sunday Style and Elle are the main front row magazine players.

“The Ellery front row was an impressive mix of international guests, local fashion media and buyers and Sydney celebrities,” says Vogue Australia editor-in-chief, Edwina McCann.

“It was a well dressed crowd who turned up the following morning to the first show, Tome, looking equally well turned out and ready for business.

“Gone are the days when hangovers were in fashion!”

Yup, late nights, for real fashion workers, just aren’t in fashion.

McCann says not everything that is actually ‘on trend’ ends up in the front row.

“Flat shoes are well and truly in this season, but I didn’t see many front row,” she adds.

“At Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Australia it seems heels are absolutely always on trend.”

One of the world’s leading fashion commentators says he is genuinely knocked out by the improved calibre of dressing on this year’s front row.

Godfrey Deeny from Paris (he writes for Le Figaro) hasn’t attended the Australian event in five years but was overheard commenting that the front row looks better dressed and more sophisticated than his last visit.

As far as seating the front row, there are a solid group of public relations people working with their designer clients to put together each seating plan.

One of these people is Nikki Andrews from the NAC media group, who says seating can be a game of cat and mouse.

“It is like piecing together a big jigsaw puzzle,” says Andrews.

“Each designer has different priorities with key press and key buyers and of course celebrity still the main priorities.

“There is always a juggle on the day and of course a few extras that always insist on front row.

“But it is usually those who request front row who don’t really deserve it,” smiles Andrews.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/cocktail-dresses
jeanette korbel Mar 2015
waited for so long for you to come back.
Counting everyday I haven't lost track.
They say to get over it and let it be.
I'll miss you forever even if your rite next to me.
No one understands me , they just cant tell.
Just to let you know, Im never doing well.
Im trying to succeed in life just for you.
Your the only person that belives in everything I do.
To know that your somewhere looking at the sky makes me smile.
The moon and the stars can stay for awhile.
For now, I'll take your picture wherever I go.
Look up at the stars while your sitti
Lana Eve Jun 2018
‪I never had anyone to talk to when I was a kid ‬
I found home in the mirror of my reflection
I think now I learned I was talking to you
My reflection looking back at me
My perfect mirror



My soul cries, everyday
Reminiscent of the times before the big bang
When i was stardust in the night

Ive only gotten as close as the taste upon your lips
And when we wake in the morning
Standing in my room
Facing two separate mirrors
The distortion of my body to your soul and mine to yours leaves me a stranger in my own temple

I stretch a lot now
I'm always uncomfortable
Continuously growing familiar with the autonomy that is mine
Even if my soul knows of the entire galaxy

And the closest I've gotten to going back home, in the space that is the milky way galaxy
Is when you lay your head upon my chest as i run my fingers through your hair
As my heart rate beats with an extra step
The doctors say its irregular,
But I think it's my bodies way of letting me know that time is a gift given best unwrapped

Sort of like when I taste Venus between your legs

I'm not sure who's in more pain any longer..
I'm not sure if this pain is necessary for growth

I'm not sure if the manifestation of our stars were meant to show us the uglier parts of ourselves
I'm not sure if these growing pains will end

I'm not sure if the Supernova that is you will be the end of me,
Or I to you

I'm not sure if I could have all three
Mind, body, spirit,

I took only half a gram of psilocybin and felt my throat gag up...
Until euphoria rushed through my body.
Until it overtook every inch of my body, right down to my finger tips

Similar to when we made love that day it snowed, not the first time but the second
And our stars aligned after a year's time
And we kissed under our Capricorn moon
Until the sun rose up at dusk
And the realization of the separation of our souls started a forest fire..

When the Phoenix met you, at the weeping willow tree

Where all things come to end
To start over again

Burned down to dust, to rise again
Only in death will my soul rest


I have lived and died before

And nevertheless, I have found you sitti
ng so pretty at the base of your willow tree, in every life
No matter how many times I've set your forest aflame
To you, my dearest Supernova

I hope this story that is ours does not leave us with a cliffhanger, but a beautiful scar to prove our love

— The End —