Full of trepidation I sat in the Trippy Taco gulping down a burrito before my Melbourne Fashion Institute ‘info night’. Why the heck am I even contemplating going back to study? Trouble is, I don’t know what I don’t know? The flip side of which is ‘the more you know, the more you know, you don’t know’, Is this making sense yet?! I’m a sucker for a class, so lets see what this MFI has to offer.
The Trippy Taco is a sweet little Mexican cafe on Gertrude Street, Fitzroy – the hipster end of Melbourne I’d say judging by the bearded fellas and horn rim bespectacled women wearing shirt collars buttoned up all the way. Seated at the window bar I watch a young lady couple. The younger is happy, publicly displaying her affections, while the mature one is absent mindedly picking her teeth in an “I’ve been here before, I give it till next Tuesday… ooh, spinach!” kind of way.
Me? “I’m starving”, as the kids say. Awaiting my ‘original’ burrito with anticipation I start wondering how many of the fashion conscious youths at the info night will have eaten and uneaten today? Will there be anyone as old as me at the ‘info night’?
Trippy Taco is an inspired business name. The window seat gives me a great vantage point from which I observe the comings and goings of Gertrude Street. At the pavement juncture abutting the threshold of the Trippy Taco approximately 2 out of every 3 people stumble on the sandstone paving, pitching themselves dangerously down the steep hill. One skateboarder whose board refused to skate, flew bird like, managing to land a perfect ’10’ – sans skateboard. Trippy Taco indeed. I’d hoped they were referring to the food additives, some dutch courage would have been nice.
My ‘original’ burrito was disappointingly meatless, its contents dominated by beans; more specifically Mexican jumping beans. A few leap onto my freshly pressed business shirt dragging a path of taco sauce behind them. Dammit, meat would never have been so presumptuous.
Yep, I signed up for the 1 year advanced diploma of couture, except I won’t receive anything but a certificate of attainment having managed to avoid the pre cursor qualification. All day, every Saturday till November, I will not be watching school sport – whoops! The course covers tailoring (with some mention of Savile Row… but I have my reservations), tambour beading, french flowers and tailored trousers. A bit of a mixed bag really, but I’m keen as mustard and so excited to be mixing with fellow students. Heck, at least 6 of them are my age!! Yay!
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First up is a fully tailored jacket for a ‘client’ – Princess was an obvious victim. We are starting with a client profile, and then must design a suitable jacket for said client bearing in mind his/her whims and needs. Its starting to look like the real thing? Tell me, do you haaaate drawing and avoid it at all costs?