Nice leggings, dude.
Seriously, couldn't get any shinier. And sorry, I couldn't help but laugh as I walked past. But, this is two serious fashion crimes. Firstly, these 'wet-look' leggings are such overkill that it looks like they've been drowned. Or, alternatively, like she dressed at the butcher this morning and asked him to stuff her legs into some kind
of sausage skin.
Second, and I thought this one was basic. Wear something that covers your ass! They're leggings. Not pants. And you are not Russell Brand.
Other than this, weekend highlights included passion pop at the ski lodge, street fighting, foam party surprise, 2am lockout fence jumping victory, then fail. illegal two-up clean streak. homelessness and showers in a can. hospitality. realising that your band sucks, and your band is one of the best live bands to watch in sydney. new band crushes. vengabus, twice, in one weekend(!!) winning dj sets. bones, bones, bones! 1 hour sleep, epic walking and all kinds of pain. real, actual, all-over pain.
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