It was a good day last Tuesday. The sun was shining, I’d just finished a tedious short course, I’d spent the afternoon drinking wine in the sun at Fed Square checking out a bunch of post-rally firemen, and I was killing time before going to my friend Carrie’s exhibition opening at First Site Gallery. The joys, pretty much like the drinks, were laid out before me.
In fact, even the sight of someone wearing black & white striped skinny pants and looking good couldn’t ruin my day – although in all honesty it gave it a red hot go. Who the hell can wear those pants and not look like a piece of rock candy gone mad? And add 10 kilos to their appearance.
Ana from Journal Cafe, that’s who.
