Shh Bar Launch

I recently took up a position at Theclub, the most iconic party venue in Kings Cross for the usual suspects in fashion, lifestyle and culture. Over the last few weeks I have been focusing my energy on the relaunching of Shh Bar, the new 'Ambassador Only' project I've sunk my teeth into.

Shh Bar is my new haunt, a private bar within Theclub decorated in a baroque, boudoir style. Red velvet, chandeliers, a discreet darko door - how could I say no, right?

Friday June 24th marked the opening of said venue, with guests quickly packing out the space and remaining until the early hours. Dressed to the nines, I was proud to count these wonderful specimens as my peers. I was lucky enough to be dressed by luxury mens label Perucci for the evening - winning!

Keep your eyes peeled for Shh Bar announcements as we begin this journey together...with a few Gin or Vodka cocktails along the way, of course. For now, check out a small selection of shots from the opening night...

Photographs courtesy of 2Day FM and Cowan Whitfield Photography.

Shh Bar

Georgia Patch and Belinda Bartholomew

Taryn Rochelle awesomely photo-bombing dancer Eli Crawford

Katie Wilkinson

Sare Donnan and Sally Rainbow

Dane Walsh and Rachel Drake

Sare Donnan, Kira McDonogh and Samantha Rigney-Cowan

Tim Commandeur, April Rose Pengilly and Me

sensual sombre

Nine lives

RUN

Prayers

VENICE...kind of

I must apologize for my recent absence and blog neglect - sometimes, we allow daily routines and drama to cloud our vision towards what is important in life; what we desire to achieve.

And other times? Drama clouds your freaking drains and suddenly you have a floating house that is nothing like the ones in Venice. Yes, this week I had the pleasure of apparently inviting a poltergeist to live in the plumbing of our terrace and fuck with my life. This eventually resulted in every drain in our home overflowing and pooling in the most inconvenient of areas. Like in front of the fridge. Have you ever tried to decide between selecting delicious food from your fridge or not treading in a puddle that smells like one of those creatures from 'The Hills Have Eyes'?

I wouldn't recommend it.

So now the small army of tradespeople that have accumulated in my house have decided they have to dig through the living room floor to try and determine the cause of the problem. You know, because that might help. Right? Digging always helps.

As they say on Sesame St, today was brought to you by the letters F, M and L.