It’s the biggest week for Sydney’s fashion elite, with designers, editors, influencers and even one very cute dog in a Louis Vuitton handbag making their way to Carriageworks in Sydney for Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Australia.
Everybody’s in full Anna Wintour mode for the chic week- think sunglasses set firmly in place, arms folded while sitting on the FROW (front row), hair preened to perfection and photographers following every move of the trendiest amongst the pack.
It’s all about the glamour, flashing lights on the catwalks, stony-faced models and of course, the clothes, which are just as beautiful as they are out of my price range.
But the thing is, like a lot of us, I love fashion and still wanted to be able to drool over the sleek garb on show.
I just wouldn’t be dressed to the nines in snazzy designs like the rest of them, because unfortunately, the flashiest brand my pay packet stretches to is Zara.
After toying with the idea of just ditching the event to save my pride and avoid the pity looks, I decided to tune into my inner influencer and fake it till I made it - rocking up in every thrifty gal’s favourite Australian brand, Kmart.
I wanted to prove that even if I couldn’t afford to splash out thousands of dollars on the latest designer gear, I could still be super stylish on a budget and feel that I belonged there just as much as everybody else.
So that’s exactly what I did, dressing head-to-toe in Kmart’s finest for the prestigious event - and I’m not going to lie, I killed the fashion game in my bargain threads.
Here’s what I wore:
This one was probably my favourite of the whole week and honestly, I would wear it again in a heartbeat. I felt super stylish and the skirt felt very luxurious.
This was a laid-back fashionista look, which was extremely comfortable and polished.
My full influencer potential came out in force with this ensemble. I learned jackets are not for wearing, but merely should be draped around your arms like below. Farshun!
This was slightly more Coachella than Fashion Week but I felt right at home in this pretty floral dress.
I’m not going to lie, the nerves hit me on Sunday night when I thought of the looks I’d get from the fashion crowd when they realised I hadn't spent weeks planning my outfits or drained my life savings for new clothes.
But after a couple of hours at Carriageworks, I quickly realised that the majority of people were more concerned about how their ensembles looked rather than caring about what I had on - and a few even complimented my dress and skirt.
There were two guys who sniggered and whispered to their mates while looking in my direction, but to be honest that could have been more about the fact that I had a $9 tag still swinging from the back of my striped top instead of the outfit in general. Oops!
By the end of the week, I felt right at home posing at the famous Carraigeworks brick wall, mingling with people who refuse to wear their jacket actually on their shoulders and sitting in the second row - even though my outfits probably cost a fraction of those around me.
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