lady in red

Very awkwardly, I ran into this lady outside a gallery, strapping into a very cute bike. Naturally, it was hugely uncomfortable because she was the first person I ever propositioned to let me have their helmeted hotness.

I then ran into her about four times in the week following this snap. So very random. I wrote her name down somewhere “important”, so of course I’ve lost it. Better to protect the innocent anyway.

What struck me about her was her great, leached out look, bleached hair, bleached skin, pale lips, like she was just about to turn into a black and white punk shot.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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