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.
adam, please meet…
The first time I saw Genevieve, I was struck by the delicious contrast of this spunky, pixie-ish slip of a woman who was un-chaining a very lady-like pink bike (think sweet sherbet rattler with handle bar tassels and spokey–dokeys) while strapping on this shiny black helmet with pimp-gold “Notorious E.V.E” detailing. Like teaming army boots with broderie anglaise. Genevieve was one of the first people I approached about my helmet problem/thing and she was remarkably encouraging. She even mentioned that a couple of fellows at Ray’s had, in fact, very recently held a customised bike/skate helmet exhibition. I was too shy to take her photograph then. And again too shy when I ventured into the coffee den to ask the boys about their helmets, but the seed had been sown.
Now that I’ve met Genevieve a couple more times, I know that this is exactly the sort of fabulous contradictory vibe that you get from her. Fitted out here with the retro sunglasses and the “yo mama” hoops, I feel this helmet is getting its proper dues for sure.
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