I've grown up in a generation where anything goes and that's how I like it.
Case in point, the late Mr Leigh Bowery was seen as some kind of paranormal phenomena of the 20th century.
From suburban Melbourne boy to the poster child of the London alternative club scene, he pushed the envelope all the way until his death at age 34.
His lifetime encompassed a period widely acknowledged as a social revolution when art, film, music and fashion merged and anarchy reigned arm-in-arm with personal freedom of expression.
People like Bowery, Izzy Blow and Lee McQueen were the punks of their generation, who sadly met with tragically early deaths.
We still have art. We still have music. We still have fashion. We still have talented creatives who are embraced for their genius.
So why are we still wearing chinos?
Why are we still travelling through life like a goddamn herd of sheep?
Ever seen a herd of sheep? I have. One flinches and the whole herd of 50 are scattering in the same direction even if they end up falling in a creek or over a cliff.
Take today's outfit.
It's very, very tame as far as I'm concerned. Something comfy enough for the doctor's surgery or school assembly;).
Yet to find other people who like to say "hmmmm I'm feeling a little Jean Harlow and New Wave mix coming on today", then go with it, I have to get on the net and check out all you gorgeous, fearless and spunky creatures.
Never mind, I know I'm not alone.
Oh well, that's my rant of the day. So how are you travelling? Are you going with the flow today or feeling a little questionable?
Oh, if you see me in an eye patch here one day, you'll know it's because I've seen someone in another pair of denim cutoffs and poked my eye out.
Wearing today: Black Milk Liquids, black tank, 1950s jacket with rhinestone buttons (part of a suit), men's bow tie, pearls and blue suede and snakeskin cut-out wedges.