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…
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Another carpet, another river of awfully nice frocks. (Little yawn.) Voxfrock is chuffed to start a spanking new year with a red carpet wrap; who wouldn’t be? But really, how many…
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GREETINGS DEAR VOXFROCKERS AND THANK YOU FROM OUR PEACHY BOTTOMS FOR YOUR PATIENCE IN THE PAST FORTNIGHT AS YOU WAITED AND TWIDDLED FOR OUR WEEKLY INSTALMENT OF FAB-FROCKY NEWS AND SUNDRY…
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Words: Janice Breen Burns, editor (jbb@voxfrock.com.au) Pictures: runway by Style.com In a perfect world, this morning’s media soiree for Dior would have proceeded unimpeded by news of yet another loon terrorising…
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The Voxfrockers are off on hols soonish: one westward (Perth), one southward (Hobart), and two far northward enough (Byron, Bali) to warrant new togs (Pictured, top: nautical niceness from the myriad…
