I Go Here

The other day I went for kebabs (better make that kbabs) on Smith Street here in Melbourne. And yes, they were delicious, but that’s not the point right now. The point is that like some duffer going to a dress up party with the theme of ‘North-side hipster’ I wore Stan Smiths, pinstripe culottes, a grey t-shirt and cat-eye sunglasses. Now I have talked about clothes as communication many a time on the site. But it never ceases to amaze me how much clothes can signify ownership to a group, and not just in a ‘On Wednesdays we wear pink’ kind … Continue reading I Go Here