As the crowd surged inside, the room began wheezing with animal calls, grunts, and rumbles that built to a prehistoric hysteria. The scene was a moss-laden Eden of ferns and palms, dripping with vines. The runway was a glittering volcanic wonderland, laden with crystals, incense sticks, tiny insects, and a Late Cretaceous Period up-sized tortoise.
Jurassic foot-stomps stormed the walls and rafters, and then the show was ON.
And how to describe this riotous rumpus? Let’s try for some bullet points:
* Rainbow-coloured fairy-floss hair plumed sky high with headpieces of horns, chunky crystals, diamante hairnets, feathers, fans, and smatterings of Pandora charms.
* Necks were appliqued with a funereal rhinestone-studded lace. Nails were not nails, they were talons.
* The somehow lovechild of Princess Amidala and a Gothic Geisha strutted with an armoury of artificial fingernails embedded in her chestpiece.
* A floaty violin-print tunic and trouser set was made to waltz to its own tune.
* Raquel Welch’s ‘One Million Years BC’ met Toucan Sam in a deliciously lurid jungle-print bolero and shorts set.
* A gold-flecked knight of the Crusades heralded a bride-zilla riding on the shoulders of her groom.
And, the outfit that blew the roof right off that hall …
* The human volcano.
It was a BLAST.




Photo courtesy of vogue.com.au (final photograph only, all other photographs taken by Jaye Carcary).
x Samone and Jaye
1 comment:
Anyone championing Romance Was Born is a star in my book. Beautiful little blog. This won't be my last visit xx
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