Dear Diary, Today, I worked from the State Library Victoria, that familiar sanctuary where time seems to behave differently and thoughts line up neatly on the page. Between tasks, I read the book on the Westwood / Kawakubo exhibition, which was genuinely absorbing. Two radically different minds, both refusing submission. Fashion not as decoration, but as philosophy, rebellion, and authorship. I then visited the Rebel Heart exhibition, and it stayed with me longer than I expected. It wasn’t loud