A race was stopping the nation and I was attempting to stop race day goers in their tracks with my faux fur, metallics and pompoms. Whether I was turning heads for the ridiculousness of my outfit or because people actually liked it, I will never know.
While the faux fur may have been hugely inconvenient and almost dipped into food/knocked over champagne a number of times (NOTE: both situations narrowly, but successfully, avoided), it certainly kept me warm and was highly useful as a rain protector while running between marquees. My custom made pompom head piece by The Pom Pommery attracted a variety of responses – mostly delighted looks, and one crazy intoxicated woman who tried to (what it felt like anyway) pull the pompoms off. She was quickly met with a look from me that embodied the term ‘if looks could kill’. She then proceeded to knock champagne all over my skirt which – VERY LUCKILY for her – was champagne coloured.
While I wasn’t desperately trying to avoid pom or fur or skirt death, I was enjoying midday coffee & cocktails inside the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II… AKA the Lavazza marquee. The Italian coffee (which, dare I say, rivals Australian coffee), iced espresso martinis, European style furniture & terracotta flooring made me feel almost as though I was actually in Milan. My extravagant outfit felt right at home. The only thing missing was cigarette smoke (literally the only downside of Italy) & people speaking Italian (which may have been slightly inconvenient, although the words for coffee are in fact Italian so probably would not have been an issue). The latte of course made the espresso martinis entirely appropriate for 12pm on a Tuesday. When in Milan right…?!
After finishing off shopping (coffee & arancini consumption) in the Galleria, we danced and re-hydrated with vodka, lime sodas (totally my jam) in the Sensis marquee. To finish off the day, Schweppes was on the ball with cheesy jaffles – because let’s be honest, all I ever want in life after a day of dancing and photographing is melted cheese.
The morning, usually a rapid few hours of panic / fear / breakdowns / rushing, was made relaxing and easy by Glamforce, who organised the incredible Christopher to come and style the artwork that was my hair. My makeup, which usually has approximately 5.6 rushed minutes dedicated to it (after said panic / fear / breakdown situation with outfit), was done by Jasmine who turned me into a golden (if I do say so myself) princess.
Ida faux fur / Oh My Love top / Ebonie & Ivory skirt / Public Desire shoes / Topshop bag