I love a fashion show and now there are shows for the women who really matter – the women who shop.  The Rosemont Sydney Fashion Festival was held last week in Martin Place and for a reasonable ticket price, we could all go along and indulge ourselves. 

It was a happy affair as the designers were released from the pressure of showing new collections and enticing the world to buy.  Pre-show we drank free wine and ate tiny lemon meringues, served by friendly staff, so we were off to good start.  One woman wore an elegant purple silk coat that was rather spoilt by her friend wearing a bright orange jacket making them look like characters from The Simpsons.

There was a very tall blonde in a vintage horror.  Far too much white for a winter’s night, but those with legs flaunted them and the rest of us pretended not care.

The show started late. Will someone please explain to the fashion world that only amateurs start their shows late? – all over the world performances start on time – you can do it too!

But it was worth the wait, which is not always the case.  Down the runway came Easton Pearson’s wonderful, alarming frocks and I’m wetting myself with excitement. I’m an EP sort of girl – years later you can get those very beautiful clothes out of their tissue and flaunt them all over again. 

They never loose their impact.  So I feasted on each piece knowing that I would lay-by one of these expensive goodies to add to my collection.

Lisa Ho & Camilla both showed some very lovely silk dresses. I hesitate to say kaftans, but there was a hint. Then came the swimwear and I had a little nap – strong prints, but how could I judge when there was so little fabric. 

The models looked very venerable – I image them lying awake at night agonizing over each rib and each tiny extra piece of flesh.  Finally came Alex Perry with lovely  dresses in peaches, creams and lemons, rather like the meringues.  Delicious!