As I headed back to the hotel from phase one of Operation Buy Cheap Stuff, I ended up walking alongside this guy who looked like the quintessential French bloke. He had this Adidas-esque sneakers with green stripes, then tailored beige/creamy pants, a navy blue possibly shoulder padded jacket, scarfy thing and what I call a 'smarmy-wave' haircut. He looked quite smart. I didn't think much more of it until he stopped me and asked where I was from as he noticed my "interesting" dress sense. Mr. High-Fashion-Aussie-Living-In-Paris-For-The-Past-10-Years said that he found Ozzies dressed kinda crap so figured I mustn't have been from around here - the Ozzies he's seen must be REEEAAALLY badly dressed then! Cos I thought, "What, THIS old thing?" because really, I was just in my Dressmart black pants, hand me down jacket, given lollipop T-shirt and $15 Warehouse shoes.
I shared with him the fact that my fashion sense was influenced by the gloriously funky city that is Wellington - not by what he thought was my 'native' Hong Kong(!)
Anyway, in a sorta surreal way, outside an extremely bling-bling Versace window display next to the Sheraton hotel, we had a pretty long conversation on fashion. He thought Sydney's shopping was bad but I just couldn't stop gushing about the cheapness and variety - though of course, underscoring the fact that were I shopping for actual STYLE, Wellington would be the way to go.
My plan was to get him to show me some of Sydney's night life (and pay for my drinks) but unfortunately that didn't happen so I had to make do with the purchasing of several meat buns and a doughnut from a Chinese cake shop in Chinatown at 8.30pm.
I hope all my independent travels are as interesting as this!
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