Earlier this year, Juliette Hogan threw a party in her new workroom. Unlike most fashion parties it was for breakfast, with 30 friends, media and employees sitting down at two white tables adorned with white flowers and white bowls to talk and eat toasted muesli made by Hogan's father.
She had not yet officially moved in to the 200sq m space, and this was a chance for the 34-year-old fashion designer to show it off before racks of clothes, rolls of fabric and everyday office life took over.
There were clothes, too: models chatted and laughed in the sun, showcasing pieces from Hogan's spring/summer collection, which goes into stores on August 15. They all wore white Converse sneakers, with poker-straight, side-parted hair, lounging about in beautiful organza skirts and shirts, a graphic geometric print and mosaic print on silk, and casual grey marle tees and linen suiting. It was all very effortless and grown up, and indicative of how self assured Hogan has become. But the designer, determined and no-nonsense, with a wicked sense of humour, has a complex love-hate relationship with the industry she has found herself in for the past 10 years.
"I'm interested in my business," she says frankly, "I'm not interested in fashion."