Here we have a post dedicated to what I wore; for those who've come here for some degree of intellectual stimulation, I apologise. Although, I've always maintained that Huntingdale is self-indulgent.

This embroided silk kimono I found hidden between dressing-gowns in an op-shop. Like most things I wear, it didn't cost more than single-digit dollars.

I can never sustain vacuous subject matter, which is probably for the best, I could always pull off self-loathing with more flair and conviction than self-absorption.