Day four in Melbourne started… poorly.
I was already in a grumpy mood, and the city immediately matched my energy. The tram was packed and when it came to a sudden stop, a man and his stroller launched forward, slamming into my stomach, and my hot coffee went flying. Down my shirt. Onto another girl’s face. A true community experience.
After denouncing the tram and going home to change, I reset the day at the National Gallery of Victoria to see the Alexander McQueen exhibition. I had tried to see it back in LA, but most of it had already been taken down. Seeing the full show here was incredible. I’ve always loved McQueen’s work, but seeing the pieces with the full staging, (lighting, music, set design), turns it into something bigger than fashion. It’s closer to theater.