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Glamour and grooves: A peek inside RUSSH’s annual F*ck Fashion, Let’s Dance party

Oh what a night. With joyous reverie and wild abandon we climbed the glimmering spiral staircase to the top floor of the Shell House where we let our hair down for the annual F*ck Fashion, Let's Dance soirée hosted at Shell House. Back again for another round of elegant debauchery slotted nicely on day 2 of Afterpay Australian Fashion Week, the light dalliance of rain only added to our convivial party spirits.

Speaking of, there were many happily consumed, where fellow close friends of RUSSH sipped on a sampling of classics including Belvedere vodka martinis – made dirty or with a twist – Four Pillars Bloody Shiraz Gin and Grifters Pale Ale while taking in the disco lights of the Upper West Side leather-style lounge settings. For those who were feeling a little more on the tame side, Lyres non alcoholic cocktails and Heaps Normal non alcoholic beer were on offer as well a selection of Capi garden tonic, Capi lime and agave tonic, still and sparkling to ease into the evening.

This year's party kicked off with a plush pre party Glam suite with Charlotte Tilbury, hosted at Crystalbrook Albion. Here the night was commemorated with a popping of the G.H Mumm champagne where RUSSH purist Mimi Elashiry rang in the evening with a tap tap of the bottle and a glamorous toast. Later on, guests were privy to a little Pillow Talk and pre makeup touch ups during the party.

Like a rhinestone cowboy, (and there were a few of those cowboy hats) we got our boots dug into some tight grooves, where friends including Victoria Lee, Georgia Fowler, Honor Munroe and Lucy Marcovic to name just a few, begun the evening cutting  some divine shapes to the sweet delicious sounds from RUSSH'S very own Music Editor, Alys Hale. From here, the night really picked up speed when party goers were treated to the electric jive of Pricie and her deep jams, followed by a vibrant floor filler set by K-Rap band 1300 and DJ Yemi Sul.

Amidst the crushed velvet suits and feathery Gucci swag, sleeves were rolled up for some tattoos by our pal Easytatt. Many a collarbone and bicep were adorned with the RUSSH 100 logo, and other delightful kitsch combos that "mom" definitely wouldn't approve of. Alongside the flowing New York style drinks, an always bespoke selection of wine from DRNKS was sampled outdoors amongst the roof top cabanas, where we all came together to cap off the evening with a cheeky set from Reenie. The sights of Sean Brady and Beatrys Ponzoni getting down will be sadly gone, but never forgotten.

A night for the memory book. Dancing in the rain, taking in the rooftop heights. Lips were retouched, rumps were shaken, feathers were worn.

Until next year..

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