After an unbelievably hectic week of organising suits, picking up flowers, writing speeches, laying out table plans, making cups of tea and generally trying to keep out of as much trouble as possible, my first moment of relaxation comes in the form of sitting in the terminal at Christchurch International Airport waiting to board a flight to Singapore. I am exhausted. Physically exhausted, mentally exhausted and yes, emotionally exhausted – I may or may not have shed a little tear last night when my sister said her vows. I can’t think of an appropriate adjective to describe the wedding – but all I can say is that I’ve been to plenty of weddings in my time and none of them have been as special to me as this one – seeing my sister so happy meant the world to me.
They’ve just made the boarding call, so I’d better run, but I’ll log on again in 12 hours when I arrive in Singapore. I have seven hours there, then another 11 hour flight into Milan. I arrive at 6:30am on Sunday morning, and my first show starts at nine. Oh dear lord I hope I sleep on the plane. And to top it all off, I’ve just been informed it’s 37 degrees there – a bit of a shock for me, it’s five degrees here in Christchurch! I miss the first day of shows but I’ll post runway and backstage photos from them – including Burberry, Jil Sander and Costume National – when my main man Steve sends them through.
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