THE RSL says a fashion designer has insulted servicemen and women by parading pouting models decked out in war medals on the catwalk at Australian Fashion Week.
Models in the New Zealand designer Kate Sylvester’s show, titled Royally Screwed, appeared yesterday in dishevelled, mock-military garb draped in flags and ribbons, and dripping medals from various war campaigns.
Hanging over bare thighs were the Australian Vietnam Medal, created in 1968 for those who undertook active service in South Vietnam, and the New Zealand Operation Service Medal, acknowledging war veterans and those outside the armed forces who served in extreme or hazardous conditions.
Most were worn on the left-hand side of garments, which traditionally denotes the wearer has has served in wartime.
The show incensed the RSL, which described it as “appalling and sickening”. “This demeans the whole purpose of the commemoration of Anzac Day,” said the national secretary of the RSL, Derek Robson. “To do this so close to a day which commands such respect and dignity for all those ex-servicemen who committed their lives to others is disgraceful. I am appalled on behalf of those who have committed so much. To do something so flippant and dismissive is unfathomable.”
Sylvester could not be contacted last night, but the general manager of Fashion Week, Simon Lock, said no disrespect was intended.
"They weren’t real medals," he said. "They were facsimiles, and I can assure you that the designer would be devastated if people said there was a lack of respect."
The show’s blurb included the description: “Anachronistic, ridiculous, Machiavellian, perverse, pompous, arrogant, completely glorious.”
Mr Robson said the organisers of the event should not have allowed it. “They need to take a good hard look at themselves. It doesn’t matter whether the designer is from New Zealand or not. This should never have gone on.”
Anzac commemorations included the unveiling of a statue of New Zealand soldier on Sydney’s Anzac Bridge last weekend.
For some reason there’s an Australian explosion on my dashboard: and checking out their tumblrs has validated an opinion I’ve had for a good while - weareaprettyfreakin’greatgroupofpeeps. I love being Australian, and I love I’m getting these little Aus doses every so often - supernice.
ps - still no dice on the hipsters in paddo: that girl was a little too artful (and most certainly too recently bathed) to really qualify. I’ll give you Surry Hills/Darlo now, but the hipster was born in the dirt outside Jed’s.
oh this made me feel all warm inside! especially coz you linked me with the word pretty. im shallow like that.
her fingernails, all pink and chipped her accent which I’m told is “broad” that I have heard and has been poured into my human heart and filled me with love, up to the brim, and killed me and rebuilt me back anew
i was just watching a show on bull riding. thats what i do on a monday night, dont judge. anyway. the show focuses on 3 professional bull riders…the american is a typical polite yesmaam nomaam cowboy, the brazilian prays to Mary and refers to himself in the third person and the aussie well….he makes me proud. the others deliver their thoughts on the dangers of bull riding and conquering their internal fear and all the aussie says is - ‘IM NERVOUS AS SHIT!!’. brilliant.
Mary Kate doesn’t get dressed for an appearance, like last night at the “New Year’s in April: A Fool’s Fete”, expecting you to like what she’s wearing. Quite the opposite in fact. Mary Kate reckons her style is esoteric, appreciated by the very few and only the “right” kind of people.
Trust me…she could give a sh*t that you’re ridiculing that head band. She probably wants you to ridicule her headband. Because in her mind, by ridiculing that head band, you are proving how unworthy you are. How you weren’t meant for high fashion, for risk, for experimentation. And to a certain degree, I agree with her.
We’re not supposed to like it. To like it would mean that Mary Kate Olsen dressed like Jennifer Aniston. Like the girl next door. For the people.
Mary Kate does not dress for the people. As Karl Lagerfeld would say, the people are DEMODé.