Thursday, July 2, 2009

Chapter 4




That night I give a friend in PR a call and she assures me a space in the Zimmermann show the next day.
I am woken the next morning by the ringing of my phone, I clutch it to my ear, "hello?" i say, "darling-up-now!" the sweet sharp voice of lulu beckoned me "dady and I are coming to pick you up in half an hour!" "ok cool" i say as i leap out of bed and into my wardrobe, "right- blazer, white shirt marc jacobs boots, black jeans,chanel - no - fendi necklace and sunnies; alright, were out!" i hurry to ready myself, my phone rings again, "hello?" "hey babe, its oliver!" a frantic Oliver doe called down the phone at me, "babe, i need a favour, you know that show i have to do tonight? the 'sprite, big white dress show'" "yes?" i reply, "i really need an assistant! could you?" "Of course!!!" i say my heart jumping, "right then, meet me at my house at 3" "ok cool see you then!". i hang up the phone and run down stairs to where lulu was waiting, "babe, i was just asked to assist oliver doe!" i yell frantically, "wow babe, thats so exiting!".
we jump in the car and were off to another day at fashion week. We arrive. Lulu's chanel glass go on, my Fendi's and as we open the door and alight from the shiny vehicle, lulu's long brown hair drapes over the black lace jacket she wears her platform Lanvin shoes make her almost as tall as me, (which is fucking tall) and as we make our way through the crowd once more, heads turning as we approach the VIP counter, "hi, babe!" i say to the girl at the counter (as i had made friends with her the day before) "how are you?" "im good darling" she says. she then squinted at me and said "what's your name" "we've been caught out" i think to myself and look at lulu with concern, "my name is *******" im here to see the Zimmermann show", "oh! your right here on the list, go up" she says. I smirk at lulu, then return my gaze to the lady at the desk, "ok, thank you" we go up to the show, it turns out my P.R friend put my name on the list... we waited to be let in, and, suddenly, out of no where the lights went out, the music stopped, the people gasped, and the city had just blacked out. After an hour of frantic calls, rushing around, and a nervous energy, the power was back up, and me and lulu were let in.
The Zimmermann show was one of the best collections that i had ever seen them do; a flaming array of colours and beautiful fabrics, however there was a change from there usual patterned silk and bikini look, at the very end of the show out walked sculpted, knotted, coloured, fitted and beautifully chic dresses as well as bikini's.

as we exited the show a group of fashion week assistants approached me and lulu, asking- wait for it - "are you guys celebrities??"

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Chapter 3

Me and lulu exit the show as if from a dream, we then show our passes and are welcomed into the rosemout VIP bar. I grab a free beverage of sparkling wine, sit and chat with lulu about the days events, suddenly i spot a familiar looking face across the crowd, "oh my, lulu, look! its that stylist chick!, you know? the one who went out with the designer?" "oh wow" she replied, I approach the well known socialite to compliment her on her impeccable choice in footwear, "im sorry, but babe, your shoes are really hot!" i say in a non-sealant yet utterly nice way. Making sure not to turn her head too far in my direction, or to give me the pleasure of too much eye contact, the woman (whom i will call octapusy) looked me up and down, lifted her eyebrow in a "why the hell are you talking to me" kind of way and walked away. I stared for a second, wondering if she was going to come back and smile in a joking way, or order me to be thrown out of the vip section. I turn to lulu "god what a bitch" i say, lulu frowning and nodding empathetically.
It was now time for the next show, and again, me and lulu walk in, without hastle; past the people and the guards and sat in the second row. The shows that follow were to boring, tacky and well, just plain bad, "eww!" the noise lept out of lulu's mouth as the the show started and the first garment woddled its way onto that runway. Me and lulu glare at each other every once in a while to make sure that the feeling was mutual , and it was mutual. When the show finished me and lulu left our seats to run off to the bar.
A flash of my pearly whites and our admittance is granted, lulu and I sit and enjoy a beverage, and the seemingly endless glances of jealous women looking at mary's tall thin stature and, ofcourse, those Chanel sunnies!.
The day had ended for us then, i leave and so does lulu... "ill wake you up tomorow ok?" she says "ok" i reply"

Friday, June 19, 2009

chapter 2:

i stair at the woman at the front counter blankly for a moment, then, with out even thinking blurt out exactly the words needed, "hi, my name is ******* im oliver doe's head assistant" (oliver joe being a friend and one of the most renound make up and hair artists in australia) "and i need to register him for some shows, darling, can you help me?" the woman, almost instantly refers me to the VIP desk where we are asked exacltly which shows Mr. Doe would like to see, i give the desk clark a list. "Ginger and Smart!?" she says, "that starts right now!", i give a few fake calls to Mr. Doe and say that he wants me to go in his place, suddenly, an allocated assistant is dragging me and lulu trough security, past a crowd as long as my ex boyfriend's- well- you know, anywho, we are seated in a flash, cameras flash at every turn. The show begins.
a beautiful blur of silk chiffon, purple leathers, eye-poping colours, patterned gowns, synced cuts, flowing gowns- not in a tacky way- but you know, in a g'n's way... it was a lovely display of one of my favourite Australian brands. However, this was only the start of a week that would prove itself as being one of the most fun, eye opening and inspiring...

Thursday, May 21, 2009

FASHION WEEK

Monday. April 27th

chapter 1:

I am awoken at 10. 20 am by the ringing of my phone. I half open my eyes and clutch the glass face of the white back Iphone to my ear. “ darling!” an exited yet utterly calm voice calls down the phone “are we still on for fashion week!?” I realize that this is Lulu’s voice, a stylish, classy and completely fabulous brunette who wore the highest heels I have ever seen. “of course babe!” I say back, “but I’m not sure if we will get in…” I say as I haven’t a clue how we will get in to the prestegious ‘industry only’ event. “its ok we can still try” she says, “daddy and I wil pick you up in half an hour!. See you soon! Mwa mwa” she hangs up the phone and I am left to ponder what I will wear to fashion week.

I choose my skinny black jeans and white button up shirt, as usual, as well as a navy blazer and fendi sunglasses.

lulu arrives, she pulls up to my front door in a silver Mercedes, “cute car babe!” I say admiring the shimmer of the expensive looking vehicle, “it’s a bit old, daddies getting a new one next week” she says back a grin taking to her face. We leap into the car and are swept away into the busy streets of sydneys central busyness district. I call a very connected and smart designer friend of mine, a mister alexander, and ask him for a clue as to how we, the least connected teens, would get in to such an event. After a long talk with miter a, i finally soak in exactly which names to drop and exactly what to say, "thanks A!" i say with an unconcealed hint of excitement.
We arrive, finally at the gates of the OPT to view camera crews, celebrities, models, ex-models and designers and are snapped by local newspaper, blog and style columnists. we strut through the crowd, each person noticing our presence and the way we dress, as lulu and i are dressed imaculately and fitt the part gloreously. We aproch the registartion counter, "yes?" the woman at the counter stairs at me and lulu as we sumin the courage to build the biggest web of lies cionceivable...

Saturday, April 25, 2009


I WOULD GO OUT TONIGHT…

*music note*

this charming man - the smiths

I'm not going to share my name, but I will tell you that I am a 17 year old gay boy from the eastern suburbs of Sydney. My life, apart from school, is a blur of parties, friends, drinks, drugs, coffee and the occasional sexual escapade on the side. That’s pretty much what these stories are about; my life, the things I do, and get myself into. The stories are an insight into a new generation, and how we live our lives in the city, how we get by. Of course not everyone is like me…

Friday.

After a dull and tedious week of school, finally Friday afternoon has arrived, and, as per usual I leave to catch a bus into the city, accompanied by sam a school friend and part of the group, he wears a sloppy black trench coat and tight black jeans with a white collar that sicks rigidly out over the top of his coat. As the rest of my group have gone on an excursion and are already in the city watching ‘Indiana Jones’ for ancient history, they do not join us as they usually would on a Friday, so me and Sam are left to our own devices, we board the bus.

After a long bus ride from the north (where my school is situated) to the city, over the sunlit harbour bridge, watching the sun set and listening to the various music selections from the ‘Marie Antoinette’ soundtrack, we arrive at Wynyard station, walk into the adjacent park, as we usually do to meet friends, chat, drink coffee and catch up on the weeks events. We spot some friends of ours, jin, a 17 year old tall strapping and rather handsome Eurasian boy, he wears a slightly personalised school uniform, a vest and school pants, “hey baby!” he yells at both me and sam in a boisterous tone, “hey baby” we yell back, he sits with Scotty the youngest member of our group, who is sitting, playing the guitar and singing, he wears brogues, and a nice round-neck woollen jumper with tight black jeans. Also sitting in the circle is James, a mutual friend of the group’s, a fair boy, who, as a glimpse at his personality, keeps an old hard-back book, which he has cut holes in so as to keep his stray drugs in. He also wears a school uniform, the same as Jin’s except it’s a little ratty and he has black tattered boots on. We sit and chat while Scotty plays an upbeat blues melody on the guitar; it creates a beautiful atmosphere and lulls us all into a submissive state. “So what’s happening tonight?” Jin asks me, looking intently into my eyes, “we’re invited to a couple of things” I reply, “your welcome to join” I say, “I just might do that” Jin replies and smiles. We sit a while and wait for some of our friends to arrive. In the meantime James tells me about the pills he has for Tasia and Scotty, he pulls out a sachet and shows me, “double shot MDMA” he says with a grin “shit!, their going to be off chops!” I say, a worried expression suddenly taking to my face, “they’ll be fine” james says frowning a little to conceal a worried look. A little later, and right on time our friends show up, Tasia wears a black and white Parisian striped jumper with a black pencil skirt, tights and doc martins, gigi who sports an oversized tee shirt and black cardigan pulled in at the waist with a vintage belt and pointed toe lace-up boots, Cat in a bright yellow tee shirt with white high socks and ankle length, heeled yellow gum boots, they are accompanied by two others, Charlotte , one of the most lovable seventeen year old Avalon siders in town, who has long flowing blonde hair and a sprinkle of freckles, and Allya a twenty year old sweetheart with dark caramel skin and a Tokyo street influenced ensemble. “hey guys!” we all yell happily at them, as we haven’t seen them all week. We hug and kiss each person individually before sitting back down. We sit, talk and share all the new goss. After a while the sun starts to set and I finally decide that it is time to go off and let the night begin “come on guys lets go, we better get going to Newtown” I say loudly as Newtown is the location of two parties that we've been invited to, “ok” the crowd replies, Jin, James, Allya and Charlotte leave as they have their own parties and gatherings to attend, gigi also leaves but there is not going to be any partying for her, as she’s stuck, babysitting.

We board a train, receive a constant fire of foul glances from other, more elderly commuters, probably because we are talking, laughing and sometimes swearing at the top of our lungs, so as to get our point across of course. We soon arrive at Newtown, and as we alight from the train we glance at a world of interesting, exiting and alternative sights; a Goth store here, an adult shop there and an utter abundance of bustling restaurant and night life. Tasia needs to dump a couple of things at her house, (as she lives in Newtown) on the way, we may as well buy drinks, so Tasia takes drink orders, and, since she's ‘in’ with her local bottle shop we buy the drinks, but only after we go to her house and put down some baggage.

We enter tasia’s long, thin above-shop house, we walk up two sets of dimly lit stairs up to a long corridor, we walk down it and turn into tasia’s room; clothes cover the floor and there are stencils of tasia’s face spray-painted directly onto the walls, along with some drawings done by our friends (including me) in blue texta. After a quick visit and some ‘don’t take drugs, don’t smoke and don’t drink… too much’ advice from her mother we left, collected the orders from the bottle shop next door and go to meet our friends. We receive a call from Scotty, “where at buzz bar” he says, “ok, where coming” Tasia replies. We enter buzz bar, a cosy atmospheric cafĂ©/bar on the main street of Newtown. We arrive to meet sam, Scotty, cat, and Shannon sam’s girlfriend a slightly butch girl with one side of her head shaved, who was known amongst her friends to be one of the best little skaters in town. Scotty pulls out a sachet from his pocket, it had a pill in it, “should I take it now?” he asked, “yeh go on” sam and Shannon both reply, he does.

Anistasia and Bethany finally arrive after their excursion. We spend the next half an hour in buzz bar drinking, eating, talking, singing and being rather jolly. We soon walk to our usual spot in Camperdown park, a large park in Newtown frequented by drunk teenagers and dog walkers. Jin soon arrives and After drinking in campers and being entertained by Scotty being well and truly ‘off chops’ we decide that we want to get out of the cold park, so sam and Shannon go to one party and we go to another.

We arrive at the party, held by a friend of mine, Ben a boy that I had had a fling with before he had a recent heroin overdose. We arrive at a two story terrace house, you can hear the music from outside, some of the group leave to go to another party but me, Anistasia, Cat and Bethany enter the house. There are two levels (including the front porch) of party happening, a house full of ready to rumble 18 to 20 year olds dressed as their own sexual fantasy. We stay for a little bit, drinking and chatting to random people as they pass us, the night turns quickly to a blur and then, Bethany shouts at me, Dina, Scotty, Hattie and Anistasia “lets go to ari and sophie’s party!” she slurs, “ok!” we all shout back. Hattie and Tasia run off with Scotty to go to ari and sophie’s but me, Anistasia and Bethany all decide that we are hungry and hurry off to Oprorto for a late feast. We gorge ourselves on burgers and a seemingly endless supply of chips and after a while make our way through the back streets of Newtown now talking tremendously loudly, “Indiana jones was so shit!” Bethany exclaims “yeah what the fuck!” Anistasia says almost trying to beat Lucy’s vocal volume, I laugh. This type of conversation continues throughout the journey. We walk for a while until we get to the next party, at Sophie and Ari’s.

We arrive to smoke filled rooms of happy go lucky teens, we walk through a long corridor, through the kitchen and out into the back yard, there are a bunch of boys and a couple of girls sitting in the back yard, I see Paloma a fiery 17 year old man killer, who was also one of the groups good friends, “hello my darling” I say “hey babe!” she replies, I move on to greet the other people I happen to know and then I see a familiar face coming toward me from the corner of my eye, and before you know it I have Magda a gorgeous 19 year old student who I had met at various parties who was now grinding against my side and growling, “hahaha! What the fuck!” I say not expecting that she would be at this party “hi baby!” she says “how are you?”.I chat to her for a while not noticing Tasia in the corner snorting the pill she had got from James.

Later, sitting on the couch me and anistasia sit and talk ravenously about, well, pretty much nothing at all, until Tasia enters the room, she wares a large hat with a diamond square on the top and the most serious, whacked-out facial expression you would ever see. An eruption of laughter come from me and anistasia, “oh god! That’s such a great look Dina!” I say, we laugh and laugh, until Tasia rips the hat off and says “stop laughing at me!” we don’t stop but we know that she was just ‘fucked’ and was unable to laugh at herself. The night ends with me and anistasia getting totally fed up with the party and catching a cab home. We get in the cab “that was a fun night” I say “yeh, it was pretty fun, not as fun as usual thought”.

(names have been changed for the protection of individuals)