I have dragged myself out of bed this morning, looked in the mirror and saw Medusa. Well, I thought to myself, that head is gunna need a hat today.
So here I am in all my Monday morning, post-Newcastle, failed prediction glory…
Top: It’s a classic all the way from Newcastle, a Levi’s jacket nicely aged by the previous owner, snapped up for $5 at the Adamstown market
Bottom: Amazing jeans witha similar shade of fade to the jacket giving the whole outfit that Double Denim look so hated by GenY
Accessory: Target denim cap, luckily not K-Mart’s Now brand which I have vowed not to wear in my year of denim
As well as being a Double Denim Day today is a double outfit day as I’ll be heading out to the shed a bit later, so there’ll be another filthy picture added a little later on.
A little later on…
Top: That oh-so nasty Jag overshirt
Bottom: massive Urban somethng or-other jeans
Accessory: denim beach hat to keep rain off
So here I am hard at work with a large lumpen piece of clay. The artist in their garret, the local artisan being ever so creative and yet over-looked ’til her death (not imminent I hope), the vanguard of gentrification altering slowly yet surely the interesting flavour of the ‘hood into something much more generic.