Last week I feasted my eyes on pieces of Dior, up-close and personal in Melbourne, and boy was it worth the trip! From the effortless lines and impeccable tailoring of Christian Dior’s own work, to the lavish and exuberant works by John Galliano, to the sweet and sophisticated pieces by Raf Simons, to some of the most recent pieces, full of bohemian charm, by the first female designer in Dior’s history, Maria Grazia Chiuri. We were spoilt for choice, eyes trying to drink it all in and memorise all the little delicious details.
I have a husband who loves the hell out of snowboarding, and who has only visited the snow a couple of times since we’ve been together. So it seemed only fair that one of our next trips away together should be to the snow, and seeing as he’d never been to Queenstown before, and has a fellow snow-loving cousin who could hook a cousin up with some mountain-side work-perks, it was a no-brainer for us to make a trip down to Q-town for some end-of-winter fun!
Another Bday Week done, dusted and thoroughly enjoyed! My birthday fell on a Sunday this year, and I worked most of the day before it at a new winter-season vintage market, so it was all a bit awkward to try do something big and raucous that weekend. Instead I started the celebrations a cheeky day early, by having a fun and relaxing date night with my wonderful husband, where we filled our bellies with delicious food, and got silly over a flaming volcano cocktail!
It’s NZ Music Month! We’re already a full week into it in fact, so I hope you got plans over the next couple of weeks to go see a live show, finally buy that album you’ve been toying over or start that band you’ve been dreaming of. All of this is achievable, each option being a great way to support and add to NZ’s plethora of music scenes.
While we may not have all the answers just yet, being able to point the finger in the direction of normalised sexism/racism is incredibly valuable, and focusing attention on one specific area (locally is best), is better than freezing at the sheer size of the complicated and intertwined issue of global equality. It’s a monster, I know. But if we do and say nothing, we slide backwards, and the (normal/sensible/basic) rights you enjoy today will be gone tomorrow.
Last Saturday I took part in my very first demonstration march, along with thousands of other women, men and children in Auckland’s CBD. The march was titled the ‘Women’s March on Washington – Auckland’, which gave the impression (along with the many media stories that covered it) that it was purely a women’s sympathy march for the original demonstration organised for the city of Washington. While yes, our sympathies were real and shared, this was not an Anti-Trump march. And neither was the original march in DC. If you’ve read any of the media stories or seen any of the images of witty placards all over the internet, then you would probably be surprised to hear it wasn’t intended to be about Trump’s presidency.