Spring Fashion Runway

Last night Stonnington displayed the first of the Spring collections by way of the annual Spring Fashion Runway. The evening was also to celebrate the Fashion Hall of Fame newest inductee Karen Webster

We arrived fashionably late to the Malvern Town hall after attending the Sportsgirl event on Bourke St where the lovely Whitney Port was presenting her WE collection for the aussie label and answering our style questions.

Just in time for the runway, we were seated with the other bloggers, got to have a quick catch up with the lovely Micah of RAWW blog and met Chloe Ting in person

The highlight was easily the girls of TETTMANNDOUST who's collection was a breath of fresh air with handmade silk garments with the most delicate and intricate patterns, almost ethereal with the sharpest of edge to it.

I wore: Zara Blouse / Stradvarius Jeans / Rada Priya ss12 shell jacket / ASOS heels

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Hall of Fashion Fame inductee Karen Webster & Emerging designers Naomi Tettmann and Elke Doust

Nicolangela

layers of lace by Craig Braybrook

gasps from audience: Trelise Cooper and Leona Edminston

Jack London

John Cavill

Florals by Fool

Jacqueline & Jason

Emerging designers TETTMANNDOUST

Backstage

Chloe Ting

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