The Regent Theatre took a break from its Wicked trade to serve canapés and champagne to bewitched hat aficionados among its gilded and frescoed halls. In low amber lighting, fantastical figures danced and flickered along the walls as the scent of Dior’s Hypnotic Poison on bejeweled grand dames wafted past. Several patrons came decked out in little artistic bijoux of a different order; feathered, veiled and perched atop careful chignons and silvering perms.

In the foyer, 20-odd Australian based milliners displayed their wares; part head architecture, part status symbol, 100% art. Read More…