You know you’re in love when it feels like everything good that happens to the people you care about is the Most Amazing Thing to Happen. Ever. Nothing can bring you down or dampen your mood. This was my experience during the summer when, while in Italy, I heard that my dear friend Lu (along with her business partner Isabelle), had launched their very own fashion label, Deadly Companions.
It’s the culmination of years of hard work – of slogging through fashion school in Sydney, of years and years of waitressing and bar-tending. It’s the realization of a dream – testament to the power of vision and perseverance. In Lu’s own words, she ‘has worked her ass off.’ And it seems to be paying off, with her clothes being sold in chi-chi boutiques as far-flung as Dubai and Hong Kong.
Anyone who has seen me in the flesh knows that fashion is not my forte. Thinking about this new phase in Lu’s life did two things for me. No, it did not make me question my frumpiness. I’ll deal with that another time, like when pigs fly. The first thing it did was make me start to wonder about my own dreams and how big I wanted to make my life. I’m sure I could write six thousand blog posts about that, which would be about as interesting to read as a book on tax law. For now, I want to focus on the second thing, which was feeling very nostalgic and reminiscent of our friendship. Good gal pals are hard to find in the 30’s because most of them are being Smug Marrieds and/or breeding. Also, in Asia, where the western white woman is a bit of a rarity, it’s even harder to find kindred spirits.
Lu made quite an impact when she arrived at my high school for her last year, having ditched the snotty girls’ only school in favor of our more liberal, ‘anything goes’ environment. She was tall, with long blond hair and a pierced nose. She was already quite the fashionista and had extra cool points because she owned a red Mini which became the preferred mode of transport for our gang of fun-loving grungers. She was already very independent, having left her home in the countryside to come to the ‘Big Smoke’ for school. She had a part-time job. She was also a very sought after model (although the most unpretentious really ridiculously good-looking person you could imagine). She gave me lots of her old clothes that I wore for years. Her generosity knew no bounds.
We became fast friends and about a year and a half later, I found myself working as a domestic slave in a posh little town near Amsterdam, and she found herself waitressng in London. She came to visit me twice – we found ourselves sitting on a semen-stained bench in the red light district, being followed by creepy men through the Vondel Park and walking around the canals at 3am in the morning under the influence of what were known back in the day as Space Cakes. We stayed with a Dutch acquaintance of mine – an older woman who had seen a fair bit of the world. She summed up Lu pretty quickly: ‘She looks like she can take care of herself,’ she said.
That same year, I went to visit her in London for Christmas. I spent the whole ferry ride to the U.K. vomiting from motion sickness. In London, we were a bit excessive. One night, she had to bring me back home in a taxi after I started to feel very nauseous. I vomited all over the backseat of the taxi (not from motion sickness). She paid the taxi driver for the damage and took care of me even though I completely ruined her night. That Christmas was fun because of her and her company which made it easier to forget how cold it was and how hungry we were after we realized too late that every single supermarket, shop, and restaurant closes in London on Christmas Day.
We kept in touch and met up again a few years later in Sydney where she was living permanently and I was staying for the summer. We spent it at the northern beach near her house where her then-boyfriend tried to teach me to surf. My failed attempts had her splitting her sides for days. The last time we saw each other (apart from through Skype), was in Tokyo a few years ago. She was living there and I was staying for a few days in order to get ready for another global voyage on Peace Boat. She traipsed across the metropolis to meet me. We went out to a bar and had a few drinks. We told stories to my other friends about our shenanigans in various cities. As usual, she paid for everything.
It’s rare to find such a person – someone who can be a good friend by being open and honest, to call you out, to support you, to pick you up when you’re down. She could always be relied upon for giving brutally honest advice and observations. So I raise an imaginary glass of champagne to my amazing friend Lu, to not only toast her success, but also for just being a bloody good person and friend. Hopefully I can look forward to more clothes from her, but instead of them being designer labels she’s grown tired of, they’ll be all of her own making.