Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
the midas touch
Metallics are so right now.
Oh yeah. And I’m perpetually impressed by men who pull off George Michael stubble, a swathe of tattoos, an agressive ride style and still seem like they’d be nice to their mothers. I do not believe these men are required to smile to bake my noodle. Consider my noodle baked.
Among my current favourite “imaginary helmets” is a very slick black helmet (a lotta air, lean profile) with a delicate gold fan of colour emerging from the temple over the right side. A little “go faster” eighties glam.
In the mean time, this golden ticket is plenty sweet enough for me.
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