Squeaking under a gibbous moon

Forthwith I went, perforce, of course. Batwinged under a waxing gibbous moon. I have just landed in my boudoir after a long night of squeaking and ruining hair-do's throughout the grand metropolis. Care to join me for a croissant and a cup of hideous fresh-brewed coffee while I sort myself out?

Sandra (of blog Lens is More) and I were style parkouring today, and where better to do it than on a pest-infested mattress in one of our favourite stench alleys? This was an impromptu gig and we thanked the filth underfoot for satisfying our whims so readily.

Wearing: black velvet opera coat, navy linen capris, diamond-patterned socks (retail), bronzy faux-buckle man shoes, indigo beret, three T-shirts (retail sales), fingerless knit gloves DIYed. And a superpower pendant which resembles any/all of the following: the WWII mine from that episode of Gilligan's Island, a diamond-encrusted meteor, Garamon from Ultraman, a disco-ball, a lump of lava with jewels. And matching earrings. And of course the magic loupe from O.

Of course I can fly in everything I wear, but I walk more purposefully in this specific attire. The resonance between where I'm at head-wise and my fabric wrapping was peak today. In fact, except for switching out a black tunic for a few T-shirts, this is exactly what I wore last night for a ramble around Granville Island with O. Wouldn't you know I was caught in my duplicity by an effervescent woman named Darlene, who had seen me walk past her restaurant last night and stopped me on my way home today to say hi. She also enjoys gowning around. (Hi, Darlene, in case you drop by.)

Sandra took the photos of me, I took some of her (see my street style blog HERE for my fave), and I credit the scum-crusted garbage bin, a clean sheet of paper, my sunglasses, and the self-timer for these duo shots. (Jean of Dross Into Gold will understand how hard it was to get this photo.)

Smugly satisfied with our professional crassmanship, we brushed off the critters - well, most of them, the big ones - licked our fingers clean, and proceeded to one of the hippest bars in town for a debriefing over Korean Fried Cauliflower, one order each (too good for sharing), and white wine.

That's all. I don't understand why everywhere I go I seem to be surrounded by Caution tape...

Also, if you haven't already, make sure you check Jane's new post, her second one, about the Freakish Thing at Flight Platform Living. She not only shares the beautiful art she added to the skirt, but also magnifies the additions made by previous wearers.