VAMFF Runway presented by Miss Vogue

Once again Melbourne Fashion Festival did not disappoint - last night we attended Runway 1 presented by Miss Vogue. Although the main sponsor has changed from L'Oreal to Virgin Australia, and the set up was a little different, we still enjoyed the same buzz and inspo pulling experience as every other year. We actually had no plans to go (preoccupied as late with my new- and growing- family) but thanks to my girlfriend Dani for hooking up our tickets through David Jones Group. I was hesitant about taking my 18 month old, she came with us last year when she was only 6 months, but didn't come inside for the actual runway. Its dark, and the soundtracks are always mind numbing, body tingling, loud. Camilla & Marc, Scanlan Theodore and Bassike overwhelmed us with their black magic to a haunting theme tune, that had me on edge, but surprisingly Sahana found it enchanting and squealed and bopped her way though the fashion courses.

here's a snapshot of our evening

Hopefully this pic explains my absence from my blog and social media... 5.5months pregnant with another baby girl on the way - couldn't be happier!

My little darling wearing all her Mini Rada Priya Designs - Find us on Etsy

Saci is Rada Priya Wool Short Crop Suit / ASOS Metallic Tee / GLO TATTS metallic tattoo jewellery

GLO'd out fingers

Jess & Steph from How to Live blog

Thanks to David Jones Group, who gave us a spare seat for little Miss S to enjoy the show on her own

I have taken over the GLO TATTS Blog (click for full post):
As autumn seeps into the Melbourne air, a certain excitement begins. Melbourne Fashion Festival has taken hold of the city. Formally sponsored by L'Oreal, this year Virgin Australia is at the helm, and curiosity is evident with all the Fashion Festival veterans. One could say that we, the girls of GloTatts are part of this dedicated following, having not missed a single year at this event since relocating from Byron Bay over 8 years ago. Despite world travel, starting families and busy schedules, somehow we find ourselves submitting to the pull of the mainstream consumer

Theres something to be said of putting your thumb to the pulse of mass trend setting, and surprising ourselves with what we like and don't. Admittedly we go to these festivals not for what the designers immaculately present to us on stage, but for how the everyday pedestrian interprets their story. The excitement is before and after the shows. It is an endless pool of inspiration for us, personally and professionally.

We were on the ground last night for Runway 1 presented by Miss Vogue, taking it all in

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