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.