the train station

I give you...drumroll...the full length leather overcoat.

Now, why, you may ask, would this make the cut for a blogpost?

Three reasons, actually.

1. You are in Sydney, Australia - *not* Antarctica.

2. It is summer. In fact, today was about 30 degrees celcius.

3. To my knowledge, there were no auditions for Matrix 4 today.

The end.

the ever-faithful Newtown

Who needs a broom, when you have...

...street-sweeping dreads?

How very hygienic.

That is all.

Marrickville Metro

OK, so it's Marrickville, and I really shouldn't set any kind of bar in terms of expectations. But I think there is a faint line, and I am pretty sure dude below crossed it.

Let's set the scene. It's been about 300 degrees here today. It's still about 300 degrees at 4pm when the photo was taken. Definitely *not* pyjama-all-day weather. If it were, this *may* be *slightly* excusable (not completely though).

And here we have Mr-I'm-Too-Cool-For-A-Shirt, not only walking around the shopping centre topless, but wearing only pyjama pants. Hanging low so you can see the jocks poking out of course.

Worst bit? I am pretty sure the PJ's belonged to his girlfriend. Either that or he is lying to himself in the girlfriend department.

Whatever.

Unless you are under the age of say, 3, pyjamas are not acceptable attire for shopping. Especially baby blue spotted ones.

The end.

Denim Land

So there I was, minding my own business.

It had been a long day on the wines. Lunch was spent with my new workmates at a lovely little place in Mosman, on the water. I had to have a few glasses, you know, to "bond" with the people I now share an office with and be team player. OK so I am easily encouraged at the moment, and knowing I was catching up with an old friend later that evening at a wine bar, I figured "why not?"

OK...I know, I am getting sidetracked. Just for a change.

So my lovely friend (alco)Holly and I met in Darlinghurst at a pretty cool new wine bar called Love Tilly Devine. Yes, I might be a little obsessed with Underbelly. Anyway, having wanted an excuse to check it out for a while, I suggested we head there. Unfortunately it was closed for a private function. But we did get to have a quick squizz in and it looks awesome. Definitely be checking it out for real soon.

Anyway due to said unforeseen circumstances, we went to another bar Holly knew of, Pocket. Pretty cool place. Great food, and definitely great wine. After polishing off a bottle of Pinot Noir, when the waitress came over and asked if we wanted more wine and my partner in crime looked at me with those "c'mon....another won't kill you" eyes, let's just say I *may* have been easily influenced. So...several wines into the day/night, I looked at my watch and figured that if I wanted to be in any decent state to go to work today, I should probably call it a night. Not all of us have the luxury of being on long service leave *ahem Holly*.

So we walk up to Oxford St so I could hail a cab. Standing at the corner of Oxford and Crown, waiting to cross the road, and I must have had WAY.TOO.MUCH.WINE.....because I stood there, completely oblivious to what can only be described as being someone straight out of the '80s. Actually maybe not even out of the '80s - there is a good chance he is actually stuck there. Permanently.

How I missed this, I will never know.

Lucky I had my trusted friend, alcoHolly, to point out what should have been the obvious. Just in time for me to get a photo.

I present to you....the Denim Bandit.

Yes...that is denim on denim.

Matching colours.

And I very nearly missed it.

So there you have it. Oxford St is well known for it's fashion....but I can't say I have ever seen a denim suit being sported anytime since 1982.

Some random bar in Sydney

OK so I am a self proclaimed shit-at-consistency blogger. It's not that there haven't been any subjects worth photographing...on the contrary actually...I have just been very, very lazy.

Anyway I was recently at a bar in Sydney (forgive me, I have no idea what the name of it was, I *may* have had too much sangria with dinner before venturing to said bar), situated on Kent Street.

Anyway there I was being the pool shark that I was (amazing what a few drinks will do for my pool playing skills) when the following was pointed out to me by my accomplice...

Firstly, let me apologise about the quality of the photo. We were in a not-very-brightly-lit bar at night, and were trying to be inconspicuous in our photography efforts.

But YES. They ARE floral, almost carpet-esque 3/4 pants.

Floral pant wearer was accompanied by a friend who was wearing what could best be described as a giant doiley, however I was unsuccessful in obtaining a photograph of that one.

This bar was full of treasures - I might have to return there after the big move.

SYDNEY

I have been in Sydney a bit recently, and on a trip I made a couple of weeks ago, I stumbled across a person I couldn't help but photograph. I give to you...um...this:

So I was cruising on the escalators when she popped in front of me, and who could resist the opportunity of a photo? Now take note, readers. The pigtails are NOT indicative that this is a child. Nor do the fluoro, mismatched coloured hair elastics. Oh no - this lady was, I would estimate, possible in the 40's age bracket.

I am not sure if I like the hair or the jacket better.

I will leave it with you to decide.

RED

So along we were walking one lunchtime, after an hour of piss-taking on the streets, only to come across this ripper. Casually chatting on his mobile phone, unaware of the looks...(well he was probably aware of the looks he was copping - you don't dress like this for zero reaction)...

Yes, that is a red jumper. Yes, it is teamed with red pants. And yes, the look is finished with red shoes.

But wait, there's more.

Unfortunately you can't see it that well here as I had to be as inconspicuous as possible, BUT...yes, his hands and face are painted red. Actually, his entire head was painted red (he had a buzz cut).

Maybe he likes red. A LOT.

I have nothing left to say on this.