So yesterday we saw the unveiling of marquees in the Birdcage – the gilded and jewel crusted enclosure from which the city’s most long-legged, best hatted, and most influential will watch the Spring Racing Carnival. We weren’t going to write it up, because unless you’re invited by the deities on high, you can’t even buy your way in, and so it just seemed strange and jerky to rub it in.
But, fellow mortals, we’ve just had news that this year, you don’t have to have a golden ticket to the ‘cage to feel like a feudal lord or socialite. The folks at Yellowglen are bravely trudging into the peasant pit and hosting a marquee in General Admissions.
It’s still exclusive, mind – Australian jewellery god Samantha Wills is hosting and scouts will be roaming the lawn, handing out keys only to those who are “exuding style”. So that’s a big fat no to rocking up to the door with your shoes and a pie in your hands.
And sure, we feel a bit wrong promoting elitism, but just consider the canapes, entertainment and finish line views an extra incentive to keep your ties tied, your eyes uncrossed and knickers out of sight.