Shoes: Nike Flyknit Free Run
photos by Daniel Freer
Its been bloody freezing this past winter. Spring is technically here, so that means finally being able to bare a little bit of leg, fucking finally. This draped skirt is a good little cheap number from Temt – if I could afford a Rick Owens version I would, but unfortunately here we are in 2014, still not rich, still buying Rothmans instead of Marlboros, and still Rick Owens-less.
Mumma Sarge bought me this jumper from Topshop in the UK. It’s quite amazing that even in a fast fashion chain store, the outerwear purchasable from the UK is ten times warmer than that in Australia. I love it because it’s natural unbleached wool. Every now and then people will comment on it being stained, and I could retort with some very snooty comment about how ‘actually, no, that’s just the natural fibres, they’re not heavily bleached so there will be blemishes in the wool’, or at least I would if I was a worse person.
Finally, my favourite sneakers I ever did purchase: black Nike Flyknit Free Runs. How I loved them, such incredible beauties! Unfortunately I purchased them a size too small, so they are no longer in my possession. I’d kill to get another pair. They were not meant for this life with little old me. RIP.
“O powerful Nike, by men desired, with adverse breasts to dreadful fury fired, thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell contending rage and molestation fell. ‘Tis thine in battle to confer the crown, the victor’s prize, the mark of sweet renown; for thou rulest all things, Nike divine! And glorious strife, and joyful shouts are thine. Come, mighty Goddess, and thy suppliant bless, with sparkling eyes, elated with success; may deeds illustrious thy protection claim, and find, led on by thee, immortal fame.”