Little did she know, Shrimpton’s arrival in Australia for a two-week promotional visit would spark a scandal. DuPont International had sent her lengths of their new fabric, Orlon, to create “smart, race-going outfits.” However, there wasn’t enough material. Shrimpton, unconcerned, instructed the dressmaker, Colin Rolfe, to simply make the dresses shorter.
On that hot Derby Day, Shrimpton, who had no stockings on because, as she recounted in her 1990 biography, “My legs were still brown from the summer, and as the dress was short it was hardly formal,” stepped out with her boyfriend, British actor Terence Stamp. “I had no hat or gloves with me, for the very good reason that I owned neither,” she recalled in her memoir. “I went downstairs cheerfully from my hotel room, all regardless of what was to come.”
Almost immediately upon her arrival, she realised her mistake. There was a disapproving air across the racecourse, and reporters clamoured to get a photograph. “I was surrounded by cameramen, all on their knees like proposing Victorian swains, shooting upwards to make my skirt look even shorter,” Shrimpton wrote. “This was publicity that I certainly had not planned.”
The scandal dominated headlines, overshadowing the actual racing news and almost bumping Light Fingers off the front of the papers.
Shrimpton’s ‘faux pas’ made headlines around the world. The British press, accustomed to the more liberated fashion scene of Swinging London, mocked Australia’s perceived prudishness. The incident became a symbol of the cultural divide between the old world and the new, the conservative and the progressive.
Melbourne’s social elite were scandalised. The former Lady Mayoress of Melbourne, Lady Nathan, commented, “I feel we do know so much better than Miss Shrimpton … we all dress correctly here.” Despite this, some admirers emerged. Among them was a young Bart Cummings, who won his first Melbourne Cup that year. He reportedly said, “She looked all right to me. The missus said don’t look any more.”
Australian model Maggi Eckardt had recently returned from living in Paris, London and New York. She remembered the 1965 Melbourne Cup Carnival vividly.
“I’ll never forget that image of Jean, with all these very conservative women looking down their noses at her, and she had her head held high, smiling,” Eckardt said. “She looked like a breath of fresh air.
We were used to seeing that look in Europe so we never queried it, but Australia in those days was a long way away. They caught up with fashions after they were shown everywhere else.”