After 3.5 hours sleep, a missed meeting, a second missed meeting and a $30 taxi ride, you can imagine how I was feeling when I got to the off-site Zimmermann show this morning. (Hint: it starts with ‘s’ and rhymes with ‘hit’.)
Held in Rosebury (which, for those of you who don’t know, is a good 15 minute drive out of the CBD) in a café/furniture store, my mood was visibly lightened upon seeing what they had in store for us: breakfast. Glass bottles of fresh orange juice, crunchy hot ciabatta rolls with bacon and an assortment of pastries – now that’s what I call catering.
Full and happy, we sat in the light and spacious space and waited for the show to start.
I’m not even going to attempt to write about the collection based on my lack of sleep and the fact I have to be at another show in 15 minutes, but this is what I saw: