Day 305: Sunday 28 February

February 28, 2010

A long night, a short sleep, a hangover.

Gotta get myself together for child minding this arvo.

Check out my not very good or interesting photos from last night’s Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras

Year of Denim: Day 305

Deja-vu anyone? Same terrible music video show. Different breakfast

Top: Dragstar denim vest

Bottom: Rusty chambre shorts

Accessory: Denim cap

Yet another evening update

I am so fagged in so many ways, but I’m going out regardless. I care so little I almost didn’t Yod update, but I had 10mins spare before the rain and thought WTF what the hell I’ll blog. Again and again and  again!

Off to see 13 Most Beautiful Songs for Andy Warhol’s Screen Tests.

Here’s my amazingly dull outfit.

Yawnsville man with a face that harkens back to the Week of Gurning

Top: Ladahk striped jacket rediscovered in a pile of denim in the corner of my room

Bottom: Levis flares

Accessory 1: denim shoulder bag

Accessory 2: Denim cap hiding ashamed head of hair


Sydney’s Mardi Gras

February 28, 2010

So yeah, like I went to the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras parade. And so yeah, like as usual I am too midgety to see much. But like, the crowd is as interesting as the parade. So I took a bunch of photos of some of the sights I saw, not much of it on the parade route.

The night started out a little strangely. We approached Taylor’s Square and this is the first sight we saw…

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: Police

Police having a pow-wow before the parade

Yikes, is the crowd going to be half police?

So anyway we continued on our quest to get to the other side of South Dowling Street. This resulted in an hour long trek up South Dowling Street, up to the showground and back again finally on the other side of the parade route. Yes. One hour!

Back to the parade.

It turns out the guest of honour was NOT George Michael but Osama Bin Laden. I didn’t know he was gay, but he did have a large contingent of CIA minders with him…

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: Osama Bin Laden

Osma Bin Laden wowing the crowd

Many folk in the crowd dressed both up and down for the big night. This winged fellow was a big hit and was continually photographed…

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: Angel

Denim was also popular attire, with this group of girls all wearing a piece of denim…

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: Denim

I did get permission to put their behinds on YoD

I suppose I should put some drag queen pics up, cos what’s a gay thing without drag queens? It’s nothing is what!

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: Drag

Drag queens prefer blondes

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: Drag

Proof that blondes DO have more fun

When we first go to the parade a police officer made us tip our beers out. Yep, he watched as we poured our beer into the gutter, but only 2 of us, not all of us. It was funny as we were surrounded by people drinking out of beer/wine/spirits. The fun police out in full force.

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras

PN in defiance of the police drinks TWO beers at once! Rebel

I then got obsessed with  a person standing in front of me in the crowd. It was the combination of glamour and back hair that was so intriguing…

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: Drag glamour

Red wig: check, Feather boa: check, body glitter: check, back wax: fail

And the crowd ended up captivating me for most of the night…

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: crowd

Dynamic duo

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: crowd

Seems like a good time to walk the dogs, Man in background in his undies

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: crowd

Who could say no to this invitation?

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: underpants man

I asked him what happened to his clothes. He said "They fell off"

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: crowd

Viv waves her crazed ring and illegally drinks

Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras: Me

I pose and drink beer, police oblivious

Day 304: Saturday 27 February

February 27, 2010

I hear the complaints coming from the huge HUGE HUGE YoD  fan base about the yet again late blog.

I apologise. I got up early for girl fight club and was kicking, punching and sweating. Then I got home, did the washing, did my ablutions, had some brunch and what the hell!!! It’s 12.00!

So here’s my second outfit for the day. I admit I DIDN’T wear a denim bottom to fight club, so I didn’t take a picture.

And I’m off to the Mardi Gras parade this evening so no doubt I’ll update my look for that too.

I’m off to look at the gay art today. Here’s what I’m wearing…

Spread-eagled and dumbstruck in front of video hits. So awful

Top: Supre vest

Bottom: TopGirl shortsy jeansy

Accessory: Mavi bag, little but big enough

Afternoon gay-as update

Well. Our attempts to see gay art were somewhat thwarted as we couldn’t seem to find 11 Bourke Street Darlinghurst. Hadn’t bothered to check a website, address call a phone number because when you see something PRINTED you believe it’s a bunch of big media lies TRUE.

We did go into TAP, which as usual was a very mixed bag, with a few excellent pieces and some down right horrific alleged art.

We DID get to drive down Oxford Street moemenst beore it was all blocked of. We did get to see many people staking out their parade viewing positions. We did see someone drinking beer with a stubby holder AND a ridiculous hat. We did see old people with lurid feather boas. And an assortment of pre-parade stragglers, strugglers and streakers.

Then we ate some delicious Vietnamese (that’s 2 out of the last 3 meals for me!) at Huong Huong in the ‘Ville. So if you smell someone garlicky tonight it’s probably me.

I WAS going to march in the parade in double denim with a large sign something like this…

But I couldn’t be arsed standing around for 5 hours beforehand.

Here’s my sweaty filled parade watchng denim do…

Pre-parade muzak on an actual record player!

Day 303: Friday 26 February

February 26, 2010

Today I really do feel like I am enacting some woman hating task set by that misogynist Jay Manuel from America’s Next Top Model (ANTM).

Noted mysoginist Jay Manuel from America's Next Top Model

Mr Jay (as opposed to Miss J) is the director of the photo shoots. He gets the skinny teenage girls crawling around piles of elephant poo while tarantulas crawl on their heads meanwhile telling them to look beautiful, relax, look like a model, extend your neck, smile, don’t smile, look happy, sad, mad, glad.

So today’s ANTM chore is to clean up cat vomit while looking gorgeous, glamorous and seductive. I think I have managed all of those whilst concurrently looking like I need to chuck. But no need to panic, I smell clean where it counts…

Cinders scrubs up the puke, cat looks on

Top: A return to the classics today, with a Levi’s jacket, weathered by someone in Newcastle

Bottom: To complete a true double denim look I am wearing Ben Sherman jeans. I’ve tried on a few pairs of Levi’s 501s etc but they make me look like I’m packing

Accessory: To soften the look I am toting the Dragstar light denim bag

Day 302: Thursday 25 February

February 25, 2010

I am exhausted with all the late nights, early mornings, stimulating 1970s Dolly magazine reading and scanning of feminine hygiene ads from the fore-mentioned Dolly magazines.

Vespre feminine hygiene ad from Dolly magazine, March 1972

I was up all night making a special one-off blog on the scent of a woman and why she needs to block it out with a short squirt of fem fresh or Lady Arrid. See it all here…

So today’s blog is short. Me in denim, Taxi in bed. End of story…

Taxi oblivious she is about to be dragged outside

Top: New old jacket, no label, except for some care instructions, Australian made, bought in Nambour

Bottom: Love your Denim scrappy jeans. Looking like a slob today

Accessory 1: Denim gym boots

Accessory 2: Denim bag with fluoro decals

1970s Dolly magazine ads

February 24, 2010

As promised/ threatened here are a series of smelly vagina ‘feminine hygiene’ ads out of my small yet fascinating collection of mid 1970s Australian Dolly magazines.

It fascinates me I must say, the obsession with ‘intimate odour’ as a negative. I think of the 1970s as a time of women’s lib, bra burning, hairy legs and armpits, I could go on. It seems it was also a time when girls were smelly ‘down there’ and needed help with their odours.

This first ad is from Dolly, March 1972.

Vespre feminine hygiene ad from Dolly magazine, March 1972

As it’s quite a sweet little story of best friends for ever, here’s the story…

Vespre feminine hygiene ad from Dolly magazine, March 1972

Vespre feminine hygiene ad from Dolly magazine, March 1972

Vespre feminine hygiene ad from Dolly magazine, March 1972

I hope her bff helps her with those ‘little tensions’…

Vespre feminine hygiene ad from Dolly magazine, March 1972

And now on to the next ad from Dolly, March 1973…

Fem Fresh ad from Dolly magazine, March 1973Here’s a close-up of the words…

Fem Fresh ad from Dolly magazine, March 1973

And here’s three ads from the bumper feminine-hygiene-ad issue of Dolly in April 1973…

Lady Arrid ad from Dolly, April 1973

Fem fresh ad from Dolly, April 1973

Vespre ad from Dolly, April 1973

Gee whiz, so many ads in that particular edition. Maybe it was summer??

Anyway, on to Dolly in April 1976, where things are getting a little more swingin’ in the advertising world, a little more hip, a little more suede, a little more hot pant!

Fem fresh ad from Dolly, April 1976

But wait, there’s more in the October 1976 Dolly, more Fem Fresh, more sophistication, more stinky ladies

Fem fresh ad from Dolly, October 1976

Well that’s all for the time being. I have some more bits and pieces to show you from Dolly in the mid 1970s, but you’ll have to wait and see just what they are…

Day 301: Wednesday 24 February

February 24, 2010

From rotating over Sydney at The Summit to dragging myself out of bed in the mean streets of Marrickville, because that is how we roll (to quote a work chum).

I’ve rolled out of bed VERY early (see those pouchey eyes!) just to blog YoD before work, cos I know how excited people are by each day’s revelatory denim outfit.

Anyways, I have been searching through some old 1970s Dolly magazines for fashion inspiration. However, Dolly circa 1974 is rather low on the fashion spreads but strangely high on the ‘feminine odour’ ads. What a great way to undermine a teenage girl, tell her she has a stinky box!

If I get my act together I’ll scan ’em so you too can see the 1970s’ obsession with the smell of adolescent girls.

Me and my Dollys, still age inappropriate reading

Top: Target brand tailored denim jacket

Bottom: Spykar white denim jeans

Accessory 1: Denim half sneakers

Accessory 2: Denim travel bag