I’m amazed by what I am comfortable wearing here in hot weather. I think of myself as a fairly modest person, but the dress code here in Queensland seems to be a bit on the bare side.
Hot weather certainly is a killer when it comes to fashion. In cooler climes, you can layer, trim, frill, and all around go for the baroque, but here, fashion is flipflips, short shorts or skirts, and see-through diaphanous dresses.
I know that a fashion post needs photos – and oh how I wish I had a photo of the young woman I saw at the bus stop the other day: big black velvety wedges that boosted her height by about three inches and laced up to her ankles, topped by a creamy see-through button-down shirt-dress with black collar. She had Goth-black hair and heavily mascaraed lashes. It was something. But perhaps nothing compared to the young woman in the black see-through dress over star-spangled boy shorts and strapless black bra.
Matt says I should criticize the male fashion as well (an aside: in Australia, it’s males and females, not men and women). Men can get away with shorts and a t-shirt here, with flipflops, even in work settings it seems. But if they choose to go formal, to my chagrin, they have adopted the return of the skinny jean, with tapered legs — when I see this on these scrawny little college boys, I just want to feed them. However, I highly approve of the pinkish rose jeans topped with blue shirts on the guys. Very Euro-trash.
I myself have returned to wearing Birkenstocks, when I’m not in flipflops. That makes me pretty happy — and I felt fashionable because I got this one style that all the Bohemian women seem to wear, with the between-the-toe thong style. If I could swing it, I’d go with the long maxi dresses, all crazy floral tropical patterns, but I’m too short — and too short (and modest) for short shorts and skirts. Sometimes, these fashions make we want to join the women in headscarves, but on those hot hot hot days, I feel such sympathy for them.
Now, as summer comes to its nominal end (really, it’s not that cold here, folks!), I’m seeing men in suits and women wearing thigh-high leather boots. On the UQ campus (another aside: The schools that make up the elite university system here part of what is called the Sandstone League, not the Ivy League) yesterday at lunchtime, I saw one young woman in a sweater. I was sweating in the sun, despite wearing a skirt and cool cotton top.