I thought my interview with Miranda Kerr would be over before it had even begun.
My opening question about recent controversy surrounding the at times extreme diet and exercise measures taken by the ‘Angels’ in the lead up to the Victoria Secret Fashion Show had the PR’s hopping from foot to foot and rushing to intercept.
‘No no, it’s fine. They’re going to say no, but I’m saying it’s ok,’ Miranda says as we sit in a private suite overlooking Melbourne on the 23rd floor of Crown Towers.
The overwhelming reaction to the FELLT network launching here in Australia wasn’t that it was a bad thing for bloggers to make money. Rather, it was the approach. Managers, agencies and in particular a closed network only available to a chosen few seemed to rub the fashion blogging community the wrong way.
Today on Twitter a storm in a teacup erupted over the use of the term journalists in reference to bloggers that are part of a new and invitation only blogging platform. Here’s what I think.
In 2012 I’ve decided to mix things up a little bit and add a monthly opinion piece written by a fabulous fellow blogger. They will be humorous, serious, opinionated and are aimed to get you thinking about fashion in a completely different way.
While on a recent shopping expedition I happened upon a lovely dress in Zara. The ‘S’ hadn’t fit, the ‘M’ was snug and the ‘L’ was perfect. The only other size available was XL.
If you have ever felt like this when shopping, you’re not alone. Women face this problem everyday in shops all over Australia, as there is no standard clothing size used in the Australian fashion industry.
Call it what you will I’ve seen the sands shift and change in this area so rapidly over the last year not to mention three years so I thought I’d take some time to reflect upon just what makes us get along online. This post is aimed at common courtesies I’m seeing left out, forgotten or just done in a way that annoys everyone from the reader to the blogger.
Toppling from my heels towards the floor, in that exact moment I knew I had seriously damaged my ankle. I had no idea what I’d done, but the excruciating twinge that shot from my ankle up my leg told me that something was seriously amiss.
