In case you missed it (and therefore have better things to do than spend your weeknights with your head in your phone), this week was Virgin Australia’s Melbourne Fashion Festival.
It’s a crazy week of clothes and photographers and Instagram, where the best and shiniest and most fabulous designers showcase the very clothes that come winter, will be inside your closet.
There’s no doubt, it’s one of the best creative celebrations Melbourne has.
But, well, it’s also one of those places where you couldn’t possibly get away with half the sh*t you pull if you were anywhere else, around anyone else.
Taking photos of yourself all night long, baby
Let me introduce you to exhibit A), also known as the time me and my colleague Michelle fell in deep love with ourselves and “tested” the light on photos of each other before snapping the public.
(The light was probably tested well enough after photo shoot round one. By the time we got to photo shoot 37, there was no light left to test because we had accidentally sailed into the night without looking at anything other than the photos we'd taken of ourselves for three hours straight.)