I Visited Australia and Learned a Lot About Style—Here’s What I Won’t Wear Again

Six lessons I’m passing along.

Last week, I made the 15-hour flight from Los Angeles to Sydney to attend Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Australia for the first time. Over the course of the week, I got a taste of the fashion scene by sitting in the audience at dozens of shows and presentations. What I learned is that it’s a fashion week brimming with cool designers that have distinct points of view that that range from strong swimwear (at brands like Matteau and Bondi Born) to elegant eveningwear (just look to Christopher Esber and Michael Lo Sordo). I was also introduced to rising brands like Anna Quan and Double Rainbouu that rightfully gained buzz among the fashion set there to see their new collections.

When I wasn’t taking in the runway shows, I was also meeting with fashion insiders at dinners and events and spending time exploring the fashionable neighborhoods in Sydney. Spending time with the locals and observing the street style scene, it became very clear that style in Australia has its own set of rules that I found myself adopting during my time there. Ahead, find out what I learned about style in Sydney, see my Australian fashion week outfits, and shop the looks I wore.

Sammy Singh

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