Somehow, I had been a lot more nervous about an in depth conversation with Georgia May Jagger - far more so than my Cavalli encounter, or even DVF. At just a year and half older than me, her travels, ambitions, wardrobe, and favourite sunglasses seemed much closer to home.
I would like to say she's got the moves, but Georgia May Jagger is both mature and established well beyond her years and her surname. I first met Miss Georgia in New York in September - fairly briefly, a quick hello, a quick your-photography is pretty awesome, a quick Polaroid. Yesterday morning was a slightly different story - we sat down on the Sunglass Hut floating store and swayed a little as we talked (the wind and seagulls were unforgiving so you'll have to pardon the background noise). Somehow, I had been a lot more nervous about an in depth conversation with Georgia - far more so than my Cavalli encounter, or even DVF. At just a year and half older than me, her travels, ambitions, wardrobe, and favourite sunglasses seemed much closer to home. She'd been in town for a few days and was going to climb the Harbour Bridge after our chat - who cares if it's raining. She was excited to see Tokyo again next week, but really she'd like to explore South America more. And Thailand - she adored Thailand. I'm going there next week! Oh, really, she said, the food is amazing!
Over the course of our twenty odd minutes, I got the sense that there was much more longevity in Georgia's frame of mind and the way she was going about her career. In an industry where attention spans are fleeting and staying relevant without being boxed into a particular category of celebrity is a challenge in itself, this miss is refreshingly level headed. She just finished up a course at University and wanted to pursue what she's learnt in her own time. She isn't out to be the most famous, the most wealthy, the most recognised, or the most talked about - she just enjoys working, meeting new people every day, traveling the world, and staying excited about it all.
I'm so sorry but there's TV waiting to interview - we'll have to finish up, I was told. So nice to see you again! she said. We chatted again briefly later that evening at her party, once the panic of photographers and keen Instagrammers had cleared - yes, yes it would be a good idea to catch up if we were in the same cities for fashion weeks next season. Our small talk was interrupted by a man who declared I looked like an Asian Cheryl Cole (we were both confused - as if an Antipodium bomber jacket gives you British celebrity status) and I got on a water taxi back to dry land and the reality of my exams. On the way home, I called Alex - he'd die if I met Mick Jagger one day. Was Georgia nice? Yes she was so lovely - and she's going places.
And maybe she does have the moves. Next time, Georgia?