The Dressmaker Costumer Exhibition, currently on display at Barwon Park Mansion until March, has some serious style eye candy!
She compares opening a business to an artist displaying their wares – “you put yourself out there. It’s like having an exhibition – and everyone’s coming to see your things – it’s like being in that place all the time.”
In my mind, or my mind’s eye as Wolfmother so soothingly sang about a few years back, I saw it happen…I walked into the Design Doctor, expertly filmed around it and then sat down with owner Merita Manning, interviewing 60 Minutes style.
One sunny Sunday lunchtime, I ate lunch at the Convent Gallery in beautiful Daylesford. Life intervened and I stepped away from the table momentarily. As I came back from the bathroom and was walking to where I was sitting, looking like a tourist in my jeans, “street shoes” and baseball hat I saw him. Now as I passed the tables full of people enjoying a Sunday lunch: affluent couples on double dates dining, men purposively and happily enjoying solitude, a latte and thick weekend papers and gossiping women eating soup, there was one table which stood out. Which captured my attention, my gaze, which almost made me gasp. That was him. A stranger wearing a hat. He stood out like a person in colour among a room full of 1950s black and white television. At first glance I didn’t even notice what he was wearing, I noticed his eyes. They were alive. Now I’m going to be very careful here. All writers need to be when they start throwing phrases this like around, “his eyes were alive”, …