The first thing I noticed was that Wellington wasn’t wearing black.
The home of the monochromatically chic civil servant with the matte lipstick and short-but-interesting hair was dressed like a garden.
Kōwhai yellow. Kākā beak crimson. Waterlily-leaf green. Sequins and pleats and pockets full of binoculars – all the better to spy the action. It was opening night at the World of Wearable Art and although I’d expected a kaleidoscope on stage, what wowed me first was the audience. Wellington was blooming. And it didn’t stop there. Want to touch that rainbow? Tickets to the 2020 World of Wearable Art are now on sale. I took in last year’s opening night and then spent the weekend in wider Wellington – it was a polychromatic party for the senses.
Te Whanganui-a-Tara is the bit of blue that looks much bigger from the ground than it does from the sky. It’s the harbour you fly over and then promptly forget once Wellington central’s charm swallows you up, but there are 76km of accessible coastline between Owhiro Bay and Baring Head.
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