A story so unbelievable… it must be true.*
*Clearly fictional. Calm down.
Before Sydney. Before the markets. Before the cameras.
There were rumours. Files. Shadows.
Some said she moved silently through corridors of power. Others said she just wanted fried chicken.
Under a humble white tent in Sydney, legend began.
Crispy garlic soy. Honey butter seasoning. Lines forming before sunrise.
From classified missions to perfectly fried perfection.
The apron was folded. The lights turned bright.
Market operator by day. Runway enigma by night.
Magazine covers. Flashbulbs. Headlines.
From fried chicken to fashion week.
Return to the BeginningYes.