Despite the fact that I haven’t gotten out of my pyjamas today, there was a time, not too long ago, when I was considered to be quite the snappy dresser.
I was cyber stalking the lovely Ms Emma Bergmeier of Dropstitch, when I suddenly remembered these snaps taken by her in February, 2008 at the opening of Beck’s Music Box for the Perth International Arts Festival.
That’s quite the grimace you’ve got going on there, Sam.
Good hair though. I cut it myself, after a brief but intense period of wanting to look like Agyness Deyn. Came out looking more like a busty Missy Higgins, but I quite liked it.
I still have the dress. I bought it for $85 from Harry High Pants and love it so much that I lugged it all the way to the UK. I can’t remember the last time I wore it – actually I think it was my Mum’s 50th (a story for another time, let me tell you), but I do ache to whip out that bustle again.
These photos remind me of the Best Summer of My Life. I was working as an actor in the festival, had just lain eyes on the BF and began to sort-of-fancy-him-from-afar. He had mutton chops at the time and his costume was a top hat and tails. He looked like Abraham Lincoln. My best friend Ebony and I went out every night and partied with crazy Scottish boys and we laughed so much. I remember drinking ridiculous amounts of beer and dancing in circles. It was bliss.