Harvey kindly kept The Worst of Perth in mind even when overseas. He saw this in Aukland New Zealand. Shades of THIS perhaps? Or as bad as THIS? Jeez, I don’t like the look of yours mate. Thanks Harvey. Lovely shot.
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I’m thinking Caribou Bob might have something to say about this.
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What’s worse: the headpiece or the dress?
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Given it’s NZ, i expected to see one of these because of the cliche way
my mind works.
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Oh yes, absolute worse, that dress is hideous.
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Yes the head is hideous and the dress a crime against women, but will no one mention the hand written sign?
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I was trying to think of a humourous way of bringing it up, WAtching. But since you ask, what the fuck is with the picture of the hand on the sign? You could murder Bolsheviks with a thumb like that.
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Can anyone make out the little doodle down the bottom?
(doodle, bottom hee hee hee)
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I think it is a handbag and a UFO (Rosenwax?)
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Back in Rome the same hand would signal a stay of execution.
I guess the goat/sheep mask is SOOoo saturnalian…
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oh, its a hand
I thought it was a dick with three bollocks
maybe the genitalia of the alien from the saucer
and a diembodied cat with a flattened head
80% off the cat
I think my mum used to make dresses like this for my sisters using random bits of leftover curtains in seventies’ patterns
big hit they were.
one of them was modified with an elasticated neckline and we used to have to put it on and get changed under it at the beach
scarred for life I am.
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in fact, if you take that dress and that animal head, and have all my teeth fall out to the music of Gilbert O’Sullivan, then you will have recreated all my childhood nightmares right there
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Beautifully Constructed.
Horrible Image.
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Stuff the path of peace and harmony, they just wanna leave early.
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Has shades of the cover of the famous Capt Beefheart album Trout Mask Replica
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I should have named the post that.
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they’d have to offer more than 50% off before i’d even consider looking at that dress.
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maybe it’s a variegated 20 – 50% off each stripe of fabric
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I like the velvety smooth ears- that’s how you KNOW it’s a pleasure mask
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This is what passes for sex-dolls in New Cuzziebroland?.
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The horns look perfectly ergonomic for deer FFing (which in the future will replace air kisses, I have heard)
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The trick is to yell out the name of a different deer at the apppropriate moment.
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Oh yes, the old “Rodeo” position, must give that another run soon.
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Bambi!
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I knew this post reminded me of something.
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Could be good gravatar material this pic.
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When Bento requested more deer on girls action in that post…
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There’s some nice veining work.
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This reminds me of happy times spent at Myer Perth, redistributing the hands I discretely detached from mannequins. I’d carry them across half the store and put them in handbags, under piles of clothes, etc, or – best of all – sticking out from the front breast pockets of a mannequin looking out upon the Forest Place walkover, giving her a look of a perpetual surprise. The last time I went perhaps a little too far, and was eventually escorted from the store by a burly security guard, though not before reaching a count of some 30 hands, and offering to shake “hands” with said goon, who disgustedly tore the hand I proffered from my own. Much to my delight, no one seemed to notice the surprised mannequin until the display was changed a week or so later. I wonder if the saturnalian aspect of our crime against fashion was the result of a similar act of absurdism.
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