We really did take it all for granted, didn’t we? Friday nights with friends. Birthday celebrations. The roar of a stadium. Mornings at the gym. Packed dance floors. Coffee with a friend. Crowded concerts. Happy hours.

Yes, while there’s beauty to be found in the pause – it’s alright to admit that it also sucks. And this story is not to diminish what some people have had to endure. There’s still so much uncertainty around when we will finally be allowed back into the world again, but gosh we’ve dreamed of what we will do when we are. How we will soak up the sheer elation of being around our friends. How we will travel. How we will visit every bar in town. And if you’re a member of the GRAZIA team, how we will dance.

Each of us have chosen a film scene that best represents how we imagine the moment the rules are relaxed and we emerge from our dwellings. For me, it will mean flying home to New York City, getting all dressed up (the dress is metallic and mini), booking a table at Carbone and cheers-ing a round of champagnes with my best friends. Specifically like this Sex And The City movie scene below. (Note: New York doesn’t look like it’s going to repair anytime soon so I’ll probably actually be 50, like Samantha, by the time I get back there. This is it: my “welcome home” and 50th hoorah.)


What I really, really miss is spending time with my close girlfriends. We’ve got big plans to dress up, drink Champagne, enjoy a long dinner before Karaoke once this is all over. The perfect night out. As demonstrated by spirit animals Bette Midler, Goldie Hawn and Diane Keaton.


“And I like large parties, they’re so intimate. Small parties, there isn’t any privacy,” says Jordan Baker in The Great Gatsby, and I would have to agree, if only for the sake of the end of isolation. At the beginning of the decade, this is how we imagined the modern ‘roaring ‘20s’ and I hope to emulate a glamorous night of dancing – a dry martini in-hand  – just as they did after the Spanish Flu. The more glitter, the better.


I don’t know if it’s because I am a Pisces, but when times are tough I tend to go inside (my head) and dream of the life I want to be living. So with this said, I’ve had many day dreams, fantasies and conversations about what I will do for my coming-out party. It all starts in the kitchen – I want to be cooking, shaking (Gin south sides & Pina coladas) moving and baking with friends! A long lunch turned weekend party of music and dancing with all of my favourite people, this includes a catwalk.


I am ready to go out and party, most importantly dance. I feel like this constant state of isolation really has put a damper on my social status and I’m ready to kick it back into full gear, just like Cameron Diaz in Charlie’s Angels. Dance like everyone is watching because we’ve all been locked away for months, you know you want to see my moves.


I left my Milan apartment and the total city lockdown 48 hrs before Australia began refusing entry to people coming from Italy. I spent the rest of my quarantine in Sydney’s outer suburbs with my family, eating Serbian delights, exercising with makeshift equipment and talking to my cat much more than I usually do. I remember after a long day of designing and zoom calls, I crawled in bed and told her that “today was productive”… Day 1 post quarantine, I’ll be picking up right where I left off with the people that I want to see the most – reclaiming our spot on Bronte beach, going back to hard and fast circuit workouts and long wine catch-ups. When I come back home with my cat sprawled out on the end of the bed, I’ll sit down next to her and say “I don’t know about you miss kitty, but I feel so much yummier.”