City speak

It’s been a year since I moved to Brisbane and as previously mentioned, I am beginning to question if it is in fact possible for me to look good/be vain/wear normal clothes and ride my bike. Hopefully this Sunday it will not be a million degrees or raining and I will look normal.

Taking The Sartorialist as a convenient benchmark for discussion, theoretically, I like to imagine I channel even one tenth of this woman’s strength and panache on a bike.

Clearly, I don’t.

I also don’t really pull off a look which I refer to in my head as “The Sonia”. Quirky and stylish, conceding speed for style.


And I haven’t half the balls of this lady. I’m far too conservative to eschew matching in favour of Alien Invasion.

I want to, but I don’t really cut it. I’m about to start bringing up the rest of my bloated wardrobe up from Melbourne. There’s pretty much no good reason for this, because I think I’m going to have to sell all of it, because it’s going to either be too hot to too tight to wear in Brisbane.

I like to think of myself as someone who has a few nice items, but really, I have  a bunch of semi crappy items which are probably reflective of both poor fashion sense and poor consumer ethics.

But I’ll take advice. What can be worn in Brisbane on a bike that will take you from broiling sun, slippery humidity, drenching rain and back to the office without looking bedraggled.

I’m thinking panniers for a start.

Any ideas?


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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