' I stand in a queue of impeccably dressed women. Hats, gloves, cat-eye sunglasses and seamed stockings abound. Everyone is nervously chatting, giggling, eyeing off the makeshift stage and the impressive looking judges on it. Our setting is the annual Rose Seidler House Fifties Fair in Wahroonga, Sydney, run by the Historic Houses Trust and Vintage Allsorts. We're in line for the Best Dressed Female competition; consisting of twenty finalists, we're a group of differing ages and styles. There's a cool rockabilly lady in mustard yellow pants and a young girl in a Dior-inspired cloak and hat, not to mention the abundance of petticoats.'
(Publication abstract)