Day 62: Tuesday 30 June

June 30, 2009

I’m a little bit country and a little bit I’m not sure what today. It’s the western shirt over the wide collared 1970’s denim jacket with the noughties flares that’s messing it all up. So confusing this fashon fusion thing we are living.

Is that the fuure I see looming over the horizon? Better not be

Is that the future I see looming over the horizon? Better not be

Top: Fletcher jeans jacket, here to stay

Bottom: Levis flares, bit too long over the Dunlop volleys, but it’s not raining today so they’ll only catch dirt

Accessory: Black cnavas bag with stuff printed on it to make it look like a sort of pair of jeans

Here’s a baggy close-up…

Fake black denim bag, first time on the blog

Fake black denim bag, first time on the blog


Day 61: Monday 29 June 2009

June 29, 2009

Yesterday’s flayed flesh attire seems to have struck a nerve. I’m not sure wether I’ll get the opportunity to wear Penny’s denims again. I’m not sure WHERE I could wear Penny’s denims. What context is appropriate for jeans with a flayed flesh finish?

Anyways, here’s today’s somewhat tamer attire…

Dog and girl check wether it's walkies

Girl wears denim, dog checks if it's walkie time yet

Top: Australia’s own Joseph Saba denim shirt, that’s from the Joseph Saba Shirt Shop before it became SABA

Bottom: Another Aussie brand, Amco jeans, a pity the fly comes undone all the time, but  then some people like that look

Accessory: Made in Melbourne denim cap tops off a total Aussie denim outfit from top to bottom

Day 60: Sunday 28 June… very late

June 28, 2009

Sorry about the lateness of the blog.

It’s nearly 7pm on Sunday night and I am only JUST doing today’s denim update. I bet you are all on the edge of your seats with excitement wondering what today’s outfit was/is.

But first I have to show you what I wore last night to Penny Thwaite’s incredible latex mould exhibition peeling wall extravaganza at Silkhouse Art Projects in Newcastle. You could say I participated in the installation as I wore something special, something donated… the jeans Penny wore while she sprayed latex onto the walls of the space.

Saturday nighttime is the right time for wearing latex... so I hear

Saturday night time is the right time for wearing latex... so I hear

Top: Levis’ denim jacket

Bottom: Penny Thwaite’s carefully and artfully crafted latex enhanced Jeans West jeans

Accessory: Out of shot, Dragstar denim shoulder bag

Here’s a nasty close-up… pretty yucky

These jeans look like they are made from flayed flesh

These jeans look like they are made from flayed flesh

Now on to today’s outfit. See if you can spot the difference from  yesterday…

Do I look different to you?

Do I look different to you?

Top: same old Levi’s denim jacket, a classic no matter what it’s teamed with

Bottom: Industrie denim’s, snug and so stinky

Accessory: Dragstar denim bag, finally in shot!

If you couldn’t spot the difference between yesterday and today’s outfit, that’s because there wasn’t one. Yes. I wore EXACTLY the same clothes 2 days in a row. What a grot!

Day 59: Saturday 27 June

June 27, 2009

I feel extremly tired today and emotionally shattered from all that celebrity death. I stayed up last night to write  obituaries for Farrah and Michael. So it was well after 1am before I went to bed. Then I thought I’d finish my book, called Before Night Falls by Reinaldo Arenas.At 3am I turned my lights out….

What a rollicking ride that book is! I was telling some people at the pub about Before Night Falls because the author claims at a certain point, when he is still a young man  in his twenties, to have had sex with 5000 men.

Somebody did the mathematics, and it turns out that if he started having sex when he was 14 he would have had to have done it twice a day every day for 10 years. Another person came up with the theory that Mr Arenas would have had to have regular group sex as a way of getting his numbers up, so to speak.

Anyway. There is alot of sex in the book, if you like the male member it could be a book for you. However  it also recounts the extreme repression he suffered under Castro as a homosexual and a writer. I never knew there were essentially concentration camps in Cuba.

Cuba was, still is I suppose, incredibly Stalinist, with practically the entire population working as snitches for the secret police. Reinaldo Arenas suffered terribly in jail and had his writing confiscated and monitored, his every move watched. Eventually he manages to escape to Miami then New York, where he lives also tragically as an exile. And of course at the end he dies from Aids.

For some reason I had to finish it, and that is the reasn why I look and feel so tired today as I have had about 4 hours sleep. But I can’t lie around. I have to get up to the Hawkesbury to do my final ceramic firing. Then up to newcastle to see Penny Thwaite’s exhibition closing, where I will be wearing a very special piece of denim.  You will have to wait till Sunday for that!

Stripey overload wih clay and denim combo

Stripey overload wih clay and denim combo

Top: Classic Levi’s denim jacket

Bottom: Industrie jeans

Accessory: Not in shot, and I am too tired/busy/lazy to re-photograph, Dragstar denim slouchey bag

Farrah Fawcett, blonde and gone

June 27, 2009

I’m not sure why I like(d) Farrah Fawcett.

I loved her fly way hair, but I hated her acting. I loved Charlie’s Angels, but always preferred the 2 brunettes (names escape me). But then I named my cat after her because of that infamous ‘do’.

I loved her in this movie…

Raquel Welch steals Farrah's girlhood

Raquel Welch steals Farrah's girlhood

Yep. Farrah Fawcett and Raquel Welch share a special ladies only moment in that camp spectacular Myra Breckinridge. This movie exposed me to a different side of Farrah, her femme lesbian side. It’s also sensational because Raquel plays a post-op super glamtastic transexual who buggers Farrah’s boyfriend with a dildo!

Somehow Farrah has kept appearing in my life in some form or another. At the time I was living in Los Angeles and doing a flea market stall to make some cash. Somebody bought the t-shirt off my back. They paid double what I paid, I suppose for all the extra stains and holes I had ‘added’ to the t-shirt’s patina.

Somewhere aroundthe house I have a Farrah mouse pad. The famous shot of her in a very nice pair of slightly flared jeans riding a skateboard while wearing cool as f#ck nike sneakers.

In about 1991 I was wandering through the back streets of Chippendale in inner city Sydney and came across a Playboy that somebody had dumped. Been a hoarder I scooped it up. I have been dragging this Playboy around with me for nearly 20 years now, waiting for that moment when it would be useful.

Today was that day. It is a 1978  US Playboy with Farrah looking both fetching and come hither on the cover…

US$4 or found on the street... something worth owning either way

US$4 or found on the street... something worth owning either way

You go Farrah, although I don’t understand my fascination with you.

I don’t find her attractive (except for that HAIR), I don’t like her acting, and yet I have written some 300 words about all the Farrah things I have had and experienced. And the fact Farrah was on the cover of this Playboy is the only reason I have kept it.

She is/was the iconic American blonde. Good on her for keeping it going. Even in hospital her hair looked amazing. Was it a wig? And why did you have to dire from anal cancer? What is anal cancer? Does it differ from rectal cancer?

Funny. I am talkng about arse.

Michael Jackson, 1958-2009

June 26, 2009

Michael Jackson, such a freaky, gender bender, bizarro,  freaky wierdo, sex freak that I have to love him.

If we can’t love the freaks who’ll love us?
Or as Aimme Mann puts it…

If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
‘Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

Here’s how I want to remember him, off the wall, not yet off his scone…

1979's finest... Michael jackson's Off the Wall

1979's finest... Michael Jackson's Off the Wall

Day 58: Friday 26 June

June 26, 2009

I have thrown off the shackles of yesterday’s hangover and I’m ready to seize the day. But then I hear that Michael Jackson has died and I’m sad.

Poor rich Michael. So strange, so messed up. My outfit today has nothing to do with Michael Jackson. Maybe I should go and put 1 glove on…

Because I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it

Because I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it

Top: Joe’s Jeans jacket, the buttons JUST manage to do up

Bottom: Donated Just Jeans red jeans. I took the hem down. I think they look better longer

Accessory: little black denim cap, a gift, a treat