Four months ago, a lady called Lin Lin said goodbye to her native New Zealand and headed off to the big Sydney smoke. In her bags she packed not lanolin lip balm, possum slippers or Karen Walker, but local labels unsighted by Aussie eyes; Huffer hoodies, Juliette Hogan’s waisted skirts, Workshop denim and a Stolen Girlfriend’s Club.** She obviously packed a map, because a few months later Lin Lin threw open the doors of Moku on Oxford Street (the good end), luring in the masses with the promise of fashion without faff. On the cards for next season are other Kiwi labels like Kingan Jones and Lonely Hearts Club and if you ask nicely, a glass of Tang…








