Title not in specific reference to myself, rather a comic book name – from the Black Canary. For some unbeknown reason my wardrobe, from when I was an ankle biter to a neck biter (?) has always somewhat circulated around get-ups that have a ’superheroine-esque’ vibe. From the BRIGHT red plastic jumpsuit my Mum clothed me in at the tender age of… actually I have no idea, I’ve never been good at discerning kids ages, but I’m really small, say 3? It covered my feet, hands and my head, only leaving a cut out for my tiny (adorable) face. She would throw me in the backyard and leave me content for hours, then to call me back and hose me down. Doesn’t that sound totally appealing still? Haha hmmm. Ok I went off on a tangent, but this outfit was kick ass and I wish I had one in my current size. (And I am thinking ‘cute’ not fucked up fetish zen suits with holes in all sorts of inappropriate places)
Moving right along, my superhero fascination seems to have wiggled it’s way into my uni work, and all the way through to my grad collection, even if somewhat diluted (as we all know the superhero aesthetic has been DONE in fashion for decades). So for a bit of fun I thought I’d throw up a bunch of rather embarrassing pictures (?)
The jumpsuit is from a shitty Adelaide Salvos, the kids section actually… the boots are an accidental purchase – I truly thought they would be wearable but NO – cunts on Ebay who fool people – they are fetish to the maximum, wearable for only a few moments before… well you can use your imagination. The jacket is vintage, and to be honest cannot for the life of me remember which state, let alone which shop I got it from. A bunch of random collected chains and the bracelet is from Lucrezia & De Sade. Best sex shop in town!
And just for good measure:
And no, I WISH, they are not mine. WOE.
