It was a sweltering 34°C on Derby Day, and Shrimpton, already tanned from a European summer, saw no need for hosiery. “As the dress was short, it was hardly formal,” she recalled in her 1990 biography. “I had no hat or gloves with me, for the very good reason that I owned neither. I went downstairs cheerfully from my hotel room, all regardless of what was to come.”
The response was immediate. Photographers swarmed, eager to capture the hemline from every angle. “I was surrounded by cameramen, all on their knees like proposing Victorian swains, shooting upwards to make my skirt look even shorter,” she wrote. “This was publicity I certainly had not planned.”
Her outfit sparked outrage. The racing press was eclipsed by headlines about Shrimpton’s dress. Light Fingers’ Melbourne Cup win was bumped from the front pages, and even the British tabloids weighed in – amused by Australia’s pearl-clutching over a miniskirt.
Melbourne’s social elite were scandalised. Lady Nathan, the former Lady Mayoress, publicly declared, “We do know so much better than Miss Shrimpton… we all dress correctly here.” But there were admirers too, including a young Bart Cummings, who reportedly said, “She looked all right to me. The missus said don’t look any more.”
Model Maggi Eckardt, recently returned from Europe, vividly recalled the moment.
“Jean looked like a breath of fresh air.”
“We were used to that look in Paris and London, but Australia was still catching up. I’ll never forget seeing her there, smiling while all these conservative women looked down their noses at her.”
By Cup Day, under pressure from sponsors, Shrimpton had adjusted. She wore a demure blue-and-beige three-piece suit, complete with hat, heels, and handbag – though she left the hat behind again for Oaks and Stakes Day, a quiet nod to her own instincts.