Yes, you've all seen my un-make-uped mug in the papers looking all broody and windswept or caught my rather terrified interview on Good Morning America but things seem to be dying down. Finally! (If you discount NBC's Dateline) Having discovered that, in true celebrity style, flying to a remote island does actually work. The Internet was too slow to email, my phone has not enough coverage so I was left to top up my much flagging tan.
The best part is having the best diving story to tell, and having an interview in the Independent - true fame (although I was informed that being in Woman's Day means true fame).
All this excitement aside, the trip is going well, I'm glad to be back in sunnier climes with gritty culture coming out of my ears. On the other side I do miss the brilliance of Melbourne, a definite highlight, where great design is not only important but integrated into every aspect of the city. It is stuffed to the rafters with cool coffee shops, boutiques and design shops without any pretence or posing art students. It seems everyone knows cool, and cool is in the city's blood.
Move to Melbourne to be a designer? Hell yeah!
