Voxfrock’s weekly roundup of worthy kneezups and Hooray Charlies is dedicated today, to The Inimitable Clearys, Alex and Georgie of Alpha60. Yesterday they pitched up with a band of models, monster…
January 2015
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Almost at the end of The Theory of Everything (in cinemas today), the film hurtles backwards through physicist Stephen Hawking’s life; back through tracheotomies, twisted bones, wheelchairs, walking sticks, back to…
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Best get a wiggle on Voxfrockers. Melbourne’s golden reign of Gaultier will be over in a proverbial blink. Ten more sleeps, to be exact, and the squinting, singing, softly singing animated…
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SUMMER DOESN’T REALLY SINK ITS TEETH INTO MELBOURNE TIL NEW YEAR’S DONE AND DUSTED AND TENNIS BALLS START THWACKING AROUND ROD LAVER ARENA. THEN, THE CITY FILLS TO ITS PENTHOUSES WITH…
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Good grief. It’s the fag-end of Thursday already. Time to pause our contemplation of Life’s Great Mysteries (ie: Why do Birkenstocks make those funny farty noises when you walk? Where do…
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Sorted. We’ve clicked and flicked through terabytes of frocky lookbooks, dear reader, through maga-zeeeens and all sources vital to the studious and intuitive fashion forecaster. A nice lie down is in…
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JEEP PORTSEA POLO A brutal weather forecast kept half the glitterati at home and set the other half in a spin of sartorial confusion. What to wear in a chill breeze…
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Maestro Galliano is officially hitched to Maison Martin Margiela’s wagon, trotting out his first pod entitled Artisanal (“…an arty schemozzle with pings of gorgeousness….”) to warm claps from Anna Wintour (in…

