BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA

I needed a bridge from Australian Fashion Week to Coachella… a bridge from structured, tailored, couture-mania to the free spirited, gypsy flowiness of ‘festival world’. (I know that technically Coachella isn’t the Woodstock of today – in fact it’s probably the exact opposite, hehe, but for us outsiders watching from afar, it’s what we dream it could be that counts. In my dreams it’s girls in wide brimmed hats, and slouchy worn down boots, and flowy white embroidered dresses, lots of long draped necklaces and turquoise jewels… hitting the desert with their girlfriends. One can dream.