“Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.”
- Gore Vidal
Swanston Street, CBD, 1.10am
Yo so you’ve seen The Dark Knight, and you loved it, so you decided to dress up as The Joker - never mind the fact that you have long hair and a goatee. And then you decide you need some Hungry Jacks to mack on during a break from haunting the streets of Melbourne.
You, sir, are a genius.
Yes, I know. But:
a) It’s too cold and blustery/gusty in Melbourne for anyone to wear anything interesting at the moment, apparently, and
b) I actually haven’t been able to afford batteries/film/processing the last week or so. Hopefully both of these things will change ASAP.
The Sartorialist doesn’t have to put up with this shit!
Swanston Street, CBD, 3.14pm
I know, I know - same background three photos in a row. But it was like BAM BAM BAM, GREATNESS.
This lovely lass is working the whole She+Him vibe, and while it might not be PC to note it, I was particularly impressed with her multicoloured orthodontic braces - pink and green!
Swanston Street, CBD, 3.12pm
This chap just decided to walk right into the middle of our conversation and he was so stylin’ I couldn’t say no. Maybe it was the Irish accent.
Swanston Street, CBD, 3.10pm
This chick has an excellent grasp of both the ouevre of Axl Rose and Cory Kennedy (which one could argue are the same thing).
Southbank, 2.30pm
Like a beautiful Victorian rag doll. Divine.
Crown Casino forecourt, 2.10pm
An Edwardian flower seller on Dia De Los Muertos = maximum awesome.
Crown Casino forecourt, 2.00pm
Um, can you say “will you marry me please”? The Poindexter glasses (with tape in the middle!), the colour scheme, the arm in a cast - stop, please, it’s too much!
Southbank, ‘big red thing’, 1.55pm
A wedding dress made out of shopping bags and tulle - with white 50 denier tights! Jeannie Little would be so proud. Incredible.
Southbank, ‘big red thing’, 1.50pm
This photo doesn’t accurately convey the sheer awesomeosity of this woman’s outfit. It was sort of post-typhoon geisha in an Alexander McQueen dreamscape - or so many other things that make me sound like a fashion dick. But look at the chartreuse eye-shadow and the shredded parasol! Heaven!
Southbank “bid red thing”, 1.50pm
Yes, they’re wearing bike helmets. And tinned spaghetti all over their faces. And pulling power stances. This is couples’ dressing (up) done the way it should be. I wish more people looked this ‘collect the set’.
Southbank, 1.45pm
So I realise this is basically just army gear, but jeez, there’s a reason The Clash’s best look was their Combat Rock period. This is just so… effortless! Fuck you, Xenu!
Southbank, 1.40pm
This is so beyond cool it’s not funny - it’s like Doris Day meets The Ring meets Night Of The Living Dead. In the powder room.
Southbank forecourt, 1.35pm
See? Being a counter-culture online terrorist doesn’t have to cost the world - these guys made their masks from black t-shirts. Imposing and versatile!
Southbank forecourt, 1.30pm
Anonymous’ anti-Scientology protest has to go down in history as being the most snappily dressed picketing I’ve ever seen (even though those Guy Fawkes masks give me the heebie jeebies).
