kids on the street

Brrr...get me some fur.

It's so freaking cold these days with the likes of -15 swirling around Milan that I suggest you wear a dead animal to keep you warm.  That's right the cavemen had the right idea...ooga booga.

Spikes and checkers.

Amazing was written in white paint on the back of this fellows jacket (if my memory doesn't fail me). I didn't get a chance to snap away at his back...DAMN it!  As the saying goes if you can't afford DIY it yourself, nails, glue guns and thread and you have yourself a creative look complete with Gran Britannia heritage.  

And now for something completely different.

  

The underground of fashion, art and music in Oz

There is no place like home and this my friends is the truth.  I'm not patriotic, i'm not not idiotic and it takes more than 3 clicks of a heel to get to Australia.  Oh yeah, I have the ruby slippers and I tried it! It doesn't work so easily.  Nothing was more appreciated than that of the Oz underground scene.  Kids coming together to play their garage tunes.  Some more refined than others, some better dressed.  Tight shiny American Apparel tights with brogue sneaker creepers and slashed tops.  All jean combos with festive untucked shirts...Jeans and thongs (flip flops) cans of beer, munching on lamingtons (a sponge cake) how very dainty for a dusty falling to pieces old used garage that unfortunately rather than dedicating its decaying body to the youth of South Australia (these kids are bored give them an outlet to be creative you stupid morons then the aging population won't age and the kids won't leave) will be turned into more apartments or so i hear...the city becomes a suburb, no where to go, no place to be different.  What I found fascinating was the angst these kids have, not due to political injustice, not due to an economic crisis, but out of shear desperation to do something.  The only thing these kids have to rebel against is that creativity is put in a box and left on the highest shelf.  Instead of encouraging to start they criticize for not being perfect.  How can you be perfect if you never try?  How can creativity bloom when there is no earth, no roots to draw from?  All they have to do is stick together and stick it out.  Start!

Nothing ceases to amaze me that in the midst of Rundle Mall (a depressed vanilla slice of shitty fashion if i dare to call it just that, bad quality crap cuts at ridiculous prices and here I was complaining that Milan was expensive I hold my tongue) this shop still exists.  Will it be forever that bad taste rules?  The upside I suppose i that if anyone has a dire need for a Zoot Suit or electric blue red satin lined suit I am sure you could find something here.  It just screams 'The Mask'  the mid 90s film that started a generation miss using the word 'smoking'. Can you hear the dryness of my voice?

Like this piece of street art says Jog on! friends go forth be merry and try until your hands bleed.

People on the street

People on the street with umbrellas and coats, fur and tassels and hats and things...If it's raining are sunglasses really that necessary?

Guys on the street

Sharply dressed.

Blue shoes...take TWO

and here we are again...

blue shoes

big hair, big t-shirt

Big out of control hair is great!  

Recently I was the victim of the hairdressers scissors.  I almost died with shock as to what was unveiled before me.  She was beaming at her master piece with my luscious locks.  I had my typical fake smile and muttered 'oh wow thanks'.  I looked like an 1989 year book...and I loathe the 80s!  As you can figure out, I was not happy but felt unable to say what was really on my mind.  Can you imagine?  I was trying to be polite like the English,with their manners and sweeping under the rug type business.

Throughout the course of sitting in the laundry room of the hairdresser's house she was telling me all the things I ought to do with my hair.  I tried to explain to her that I am as lazy as a slouth (I was thinking about saying somethiing much cruder) when it comes to my hair and I do sweet FA with it.  She doesn't understand me!  It's not a language barrier.

The worst comment I had heard that day was...You look less like Amy Winehouse now, and we all know what happened to her.  How would that affect me regarding my coiffure, I am still unsure about.  Bah!

Big hair is cool and so are Green T-shirts...the bigger the shirt the bigger the heart....has to work, faster and harder.

Rock n' roll

It's been a while kids, sorry for my energy loss.  So munch on this!  Rock and Roll could never die, I mean not with hair like that!  This is a recent picture, not something one dug up out of the 80s files.  Good luck young man in finding your travel time machine.  Pure perfection to the T!

people

Retro-grade

Retrograde is orbiting Milan, the celestial systems of Uranus are lining up to create one atomic gas cloud...  Oh Milan your pollution can be likened to that of a 'big bang'.  No laser beams here to save or protect us or even one giant bottle of Glade....Pffft!  The pungant vapours that enclose us reflects the milanese 'air'.  Oh, you think you are so clever as you snigger at me, pointing at my rockabilly black and white pointy monkstrap shoes and leopard  print chiffon blouse.  Do you not understand?  You are wearing flatulent 'Hogan-Bogan' sneakers and your paunch hangs there like Joan Rivers (I do love her) hangs on for dear life ...and possibly a joke!   Where's my respirator?

Retro is atomically correct...It is class, wear hats match gloves and shoes match handbags.  These days your lucky if your daughter wears a hankerchief and a bit of string as she walks off into the moonlight...and it's a school night!   Fashion is meant to cover the body, protect, adorn, create illusion (Thank you Mae West my Teen years were well spent learning about 'The Westian' attitude, I now act like a 86 year old).  Why do you think peacocks are so showy?

Pretty people...

Details

Esagerata!

Dedicated to Neil Sedaka fans, these folks a little 'Exaggerated' but a treat to look at!  I do enjoy a bold statement of Mix and Match, not talking about choosing your own chocolate treats either.  Pattern, texture and form a designers delight...You be the judge.

Models

She's a Model and she's looking good.

Kraftwork, still cool!

These models, you can spot them out in the public as quickly as you can spot Paula Abdul with bottle in hand...