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And if I were a homme:

Fast Forward Through Fashion

Despite my snails-pace broadband connection, a recent favourite pastime of mine after a wearying days work and one-hour train ride, is trawling through the wonder that is YouTube. My god! I really can't express my gratitude toward the genius of Chad Hurley and Steve Chen enough for creating a platform for so much time-wasting bullshit. Night after night I can stay up past my bed time cringing at the ostentatious scene-stealing antics of Prince beside fellow coloured-musical-prodigy contemporaries Michael Jackson and James Brown, while "ROFLMFAO" at Mr T's 80's-era fashion tips over a booming synth-hip hop soundtrack. The nature of this site, in its allowal of personal expressive freedom (to a certain extent. I'd actually like to see more obscenity. You know, more tits, some hardcore cursing, a bit of anal sex.), permits a touchingly strong human element, whereby a particularly eloquent woman offers an informed opinion in her Fat Rant, or quality glimpses of the formerly esoteric realm of high-culture, as covered by NY Times. There are plenty of fashion-related clips available, namely segments of catwalk shows, however I recently discovered a highly entertaining and unusual clip tracing the history of fashion in under 5 minutes:



Originally a sequence from a 1986 Mode en France documentary, with a stunning soundtrack by Serge Gainsbourg, it is unfortunately narrated almost entirely in French, however, imagine my delight when I realised it was posted by Susie Bubble, of Style Bubble fame! I'm a bit of a fan of hers, really.

Some Ice Cubes Would Be Ideal

In an attempt to glorify an Australian winter through comparison, I was dredging up the memory of the oppressive humidity which nearly pinned me down and choked me beyond consciousness in an aisle of the Glebe Markets last month. I am of the opinion that while fashion is heavily influenced by politics and the prevailing cultural zeitgeist, the wearing of said fashions is moreso directly controlled by Nature and her seemingly endless mood swings. It is extremely difficult to flip through flimsy racks of stained 90's cycling pants and loud, padded swimwear in search of a glorious piece which is inevitably marked 600% above the price it was procured for in either stifling heat or an avalanche of rain - which were the environments under which I experienced the Glebe Markets on both occasions I've been there. It is equally unheard of to wear a miniskirt and Repettos during a 4-hour Western equivalent of a Monsoon, or high-waist jeans with piles of necklaces in an outdoor sauna - unless, ofcourse, you neglected to consider weather possibilities, and you are Eunice. In my disgruntled state, however, I spotted two particularly stylish (and might I gush unself-consciously trendy) personalities, who were clearly fixtures on the "Glebe Markets scene" and, for me, were the epitome of Australian fashion. Moreover, the uniform would appear to transcend any temperamental Sydney weather condition with enviable panache, if you'll excuse how lame I am for mentioning it.

Fowl Play Friday

Fowl Play Friday at the YU, Potts Point. Pretentious deejays, a revolting fashion show, and swarms of street fashion photographers documenting sleazy Sydney nightlife. I was unlucky enough to recieve a quantity of alcoholic beverages free of charge, and was consequently far too inebriated to take many photographs.

But please, take a closer look at the wallpaper:

Rock Out With Your Cock Out

More pornographic advertising! Recently a lucky Runway Reporter was accosted with 15 large-scale dickheads wearing flashy 70's and 80's inspired sunnies at the launch of Ksubi's new Eyewear range. To quote the spluttering sheila unsure of where to look:

"Ksubi's latest fashion show pushes the boundaries as they take their sunglasses
where the sun don't shine."

Said shades were displayed proudly upon flaccid penises, whose pubic hairs were styled to resemble infamous 'dos of the famous and fabulous, and testicles were charmingly given faux mouths to add homosapien character. The image above refers directly to David Hasslehoff, and was taken from Gool, who is apparently in possession of a calendar featuring these shots, and will scan each month's photograph for your viewing pleasure.

Aussie Access

Perhaps it is because I happen to live here and share the tastes and sensibilities of my nation, but I sincerely believe Australia has some of the best fashion in the world. Granted most of it is not exactly sartorial excellence or as forward-thinking in the way of Balenciaga or Hussein Chalayan as I would like, but it has the perfect amount of whimsy and kitsch, coupled with street-credible individuality to make some items particularly covetable. Australian fashion has a long way to go yet, what with the country being so young the paint has barely dried on the walls, but what I've seen so far of Aussie talent is doubtlessly impressive.

So imagine my delight when I stumbled across an online shop stocked exclusively with Australian catwalk designers. Ozdesigner.com has in its possession a collection of Zimmerman, Shakuhachi, Karen Walker, Camilla and Marc, and Alice McCall threads, among others, professionally photographed, packed, priced and ready to ship to your chosen international destination. Considering Australia's reasonably strong but comparatively inferior exchange, if you so happen to deal in Euros or Pounds then you are bound to discover an unbelievable bargain.

I know what you're thinking: "But what can we get for you, Eunice?". Well, although I've never given a shit about Christmas, I certainly wouldn't mind a bit if you were overcome with a sudden compelling rush of Christmas spirit and bought me the Shakuhachi black and white checkered pinafore pictured above, at a mere $220. (Be sure to consult among yourselves as I would rather not be in possession of 56 identical items of clothing). Thanks, guys!

Surrey Hills Markets, Ksubi (with a K) Modular

Well, my 2Threads newsletters are starting to impress me. Not only is the fashion becoming more interesting, but for two weeks in a row now, I have found photographs of people I know through acquaintances. It's all very exciting for this hermetic girl!

So here is some Aussie street fashion for you fuckers. I hope 2Threads doesn't sue me for these posts - what are the laws regarding such things?

Surrey Hills Markets

1st and 2nd pictures are Russell and Mariam, respectively.

Ksubi Modular Xmas Bash Party

And that's Ksubi with a K. My friend Stephanie has been eagerly informing everyone we encounter that Tsubi emerged out of a court case against some Tsubo wankers with a name change, and so any of ye olde "Tsubi with a T" threads will be worth alot in future - hooray for modern collector's items!

Chic Geek

Trendy lady and her footwear photographed by Yvan

Socks with sandals are cool now, you know.

Don't tell me you don't like it.

Eidecan & Heineken

Regular readers and social acquaintances will be aware of my recent awakening from a dull and mould-scented hibernation. It comes as no surprise then, that an otherwise contrived gathering of adolescent metal/punk bands competing for two-or-three highschool groupies infront of a sweaty, rigid audience proved wonderful entertainment for my usually lacklustre Saturdays. Ofcourse there was a little assistance (okay, alot) from numerous varieties of beverages and chemicals consumed from 11am until 4am the next morning, but despite only managing to witness two of the ten-and-some-fucking-number of bands, I had a rollicking good time and extended my inebriated self to capture some photographic evidence of my townfolk's trashy behaviour for your amusement.

Behold, the Toowoomba Eidecan Youth Festival!

Le Bands

Twist Oliver, Twist! , fronted by my fashionable friend Dave, the musical genius pictured blurrily above. I hate to get all salivating-fan on you, but they are going places and worth your attention if you happen to appreciate a quality intermix of electro-pop/rock, with moody vocals and catchy, repetitive beats that quiver against your sternum and drive your soul full-speed through busy red-light intersections.

Flamingo Crash failed to impress me, but perhaps that was due to their reputation of obnoxious backstage antics and my urgent need of a refuel, if you get my less-than-subtle drift. The keyboard player donned the ubiquitous black pencil skirt/pinafore with a rather covetable Campbells soup t-shirt, while the lead singer reminded me strongly of an early Jim Morrison. His moves were hot, my friends.

Le People

Le Toilet Humour

Frighteningly Valuable

According to a recent article in The Telegraph (brought to my attention by the inimitable Bag Snob), the oddest items in your jumbled mosh pit of a wardrobe could infact become lucrative money-makers in the future.

Vintage clothing is highly sought after now, if only for their ironic, cheap chic style kudos. However there is a market created by museums and (I imagine rather eccentric) collectors for clothing of bygone eras, which happen to rack up impressive sums. Apparently, if one were to invest in fashion heirlooms for future loaded couture freaks, then ...

"Tame and tasteful never make big returns" says [Anne Hamlyn]. "Go for major statement pieces: big names, preferably couture, and mad."

"And prints: there's something quintessentially 'of its time' about print. These are highly collectable and will be worth alot of money."

She also recommends holding on to 1980's fashion. "It was such an extreme period, but the museums want those designers now: Thierry Mugler, Jean Paul Gaultier - they were very cutting edge. There will be a revival."

I happen to be in possession of alot of 80's shit: mainly 50-cent kitschy, neon-coloured dresses, as well as some red elf boots that manage to inspire either gushing compliments from many girls or alarmed disgust from the majority of ordinary men.

However, I recently discovered these Yves Saint Laurent boots on eBay Australia, presumably from the 80's or thereabouts. Hideous as they are, the combination of curved spike stiletto heels, Victorian costume shape, and ridiculous spot-patterned leather attract me intensely, and seem to be consistent with the quoted expert's advice on such things. A wise investment, or comical monstrosity, do you think? I'm hardly going to be wearing them anywhere, what with my Bambi ankles and inability to function in heels.