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.

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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