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
This project has been a crazy delicious weird delight. I know there’s always time for more thinking and introspection, but at this stage of the game, it’s all line jamming and practicing and wondering if I can get through this show on two beers or less. I can, can’t I?
Betsy and I are starting to get that good kind of frenetic nervous* and doing the things that make the whole thing come together.
One element of which is finding something to wear. I don’t think it’s important right now for you to know about my various thinks and not thinks about fashion, femininity, men, masculinity and the general start of sartorial splendour. But, dammit I have some thinks.
Because I somehow threw out my suit, I had to head into the shopping awesomeness of the CBD, where I went into a store wearing a dress and heels and came out of it wearing a suit and tie.
The sales assistants were right with me for the pants suit, the business shirt and the brogue shoes.