Fashion week might be over in New York, Paris, London and Milan, but in our little city of Melbourne, we too celebrated the shift of the seasons.  L’oreal’s Fashion Festival ran between 8-15 March and I was lucky enough to attend Paris Runway 3 and 4.  Up until now, I had never been to a fashion show and I knew I should probably dress accordingly.  What can I say, any excuse for me to go shopping is good enough for me.

Here’s a glimpse at what I wore.

After hunting around for close to two hour on Sunday afternoon, I stumbled across this dress at Gorman.  I had seen it before, but decided not to try it on; I took finding it again as a sign.  While waiting in line for a fitting room, I was told by one of the sales associates this dress makes everyone look good.  Sold!  I’ll do anything to conceal my hips.  As I was checking out, the same sales girl asked me what the special occasion was and I mentioned that I was attending a fashion show.  It just so happened that I picked out a local designer who was showing that same night (I never checked the program).

For the first night I sat in the second row and had a pretty good vantage point.  Truth be told, the girl who sat in front of me made it difficult to see at times.  Case in point…

My first goal was to survey the crowd in order to catch glimpse of someone famous and I ended up spotting Matcho of Australia’s Project Runway Season 3.  I’d like to think he was a fan favourite thanks to his personality and charm.  I thought to myself, “should I go ask him for a picture, or should I leave him alone.”  For a few moments I sat there, starstruck, but my courage lifted me off of the uncomfortable timber bench and willed me to ask for a photo of the two of us.

And yes, I think he wore a koala-type accessory around his neck.  Perhaps he wanted to pay homage to an Aussie mascot – I’ll never know. I was honestly hoping for crazier glasses, because he switched them up on a weekly basis.    After getting the goods, I then wandered back to my seat and waited for the show to start.

I didn’t get to snap the best photos, because my shutter couldn’t handle the clip at which these models walked.  In less than 20-minutes, we saw six designers and were then quickly whisked into the night; for some, assorted parties awaited their arrival, but for the rest of us (like me) snagged a shuttle bus back into the city.  On a side note, this shuttle bus wasn’t ordinary, oh no; gift bags were left for each passenger and were filled to the brim with all sorts of coupons and goodies.  I’ll be sure to share my makeup look in another post.

Until then, here’s a look at a few pictures I snapped and a video of the final walk.

And a video!