May 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
As worn in LA post surfing, there’s nothing like the feeling of a soft terry towelling on your skin after your only slightly warm shower felt BOILING on the one shoulder your bag rubbed your suntan lotion off letting the sun and sea get the better of it.
Fire here referred to poncho, skin and exhausted arm muscles… burn baby burn.
As we all know it’s all about the poncho.
If this also came almost full length aping a Celine style surf monk I’d be first in the queue buying one.
In London feeling like an OAP with thinning blood (vampires are so last season), I wore it over a SIBLING jumper to keep me warm in the 20+ degree heat and here are the Marylin Manson-esq Hipstomatic pictures to prove it: Arma Goddamn Wearing A Fuckin’ Poncho….
For Rebecca and Brian