Blending in like a local in Jamaica hair tucked up in knit tam, obligatory futbol shirt (Juventus, Italy) and absolutely required shades.
It must’ve worked as I appeared in a slightly different incarnation of this outfit in the lead story on the Jamaican national news on the day Westmoreland Parish legalized cannabis.
Handy thing about being born with a “lazy eye” – though I prefer the word astigmatism simply because it’s harder to spell – is you’re almost ready made for a costume.
The stick-on patches were more medically reliable from youngsters fingers than the classic pirate look but, it’s always good for a chuckle.
Sidenote: eye surgery at 18 months old and glasses from then on out… Remember I told you I bought a few optometrist boats by now?
Let’s bring some brothers into the mix… This shot features Dan as a convict though we all played the role at one time or another, James as a stylized first nations/coeur du bois/pirate character of some imagined sort … While brother Bob and I are ready to hop into Kenworth and Peterbilt respectively to hit the open road with CB radios. 10-4 good buddies and cheer up little clown Anders – it’s all gonna be ok.
My appreciation of both pigs and superpowers rolls on with a character aptly called “Super Pig” – diligently assembled and sewn by a budding craftsman. Alas the diligence of attempted nuance was slightly compromised again by yet another pair of specs.
Brother Dan seems quite comfortable in the convict suit, James is clowning around and Bob… Well Bob seems to be wearing a coat and pants #Understated
Well, i guess Bob was technically rocking the King Tut before my (i’m just gonna say it) legendary King Tut science fair exhibit complete with costume (keep in mind, that was fifth grade science fair and I rolled in bare chested in a loincloth).
Bob however, went for a literal interpretation taking cues from from the conventional death mask portraits of the young Pharaoh (the touring exhibit had been in Seattle this year). I point this out as mine was more historically nuanced accurate for his day-to-day wear.
Dan has graduated to ghost while James plays the role of the clown which he’s never really stopped playing now that I think about it…
It’s Saturday night, and I am live. Ready to hit the streets of Whalley, perhaps to Stardust roller rink. Accessorizing the snappy baby blue turtle neck and suit, is an approximately 3 pound brass Pig belt buckle – clasping a heavy leather belt (possibly suitable for light bondage play).
A hybrid of sorts, classic Canadian outdoorsman with his puffy trucker’s vest, proto-hipster snapback hat, one of my dozens of “Run for Fun” champion T-shirts ( #HumbleBrag), brass pig belt buckle, and yet another fresh set of glasses.
As usual, brother Bob is trying to get into my groove, but I’m patient and understanding.
While most Bavarians prefer to drive a German-made vehicle, what with the high quality engineering national pride and all, this lederhosen-clad-lad chooses something a little bit more aggressive, and a little more flashy to match those strapping pins and culturally appropriate black socks with brown leather shoes (Italian for the sake of EU economic solidarity).
And, no doubt that mighty beast has a cup holder for that delicious beverage.
Note: part of series of your correspondent in various (often absurd, often sincere) disguises and erstwhile character-studies over the years.
This friendly leprechaun comes ready for action with bowtie, top hat and smooth lines for the elderly ladies. Surrey, circa 1977 (newspaper article to follow for additional thrilling context).
Well, you’ve seen me sport hemp overalls, and you’ve seen me roll a few smoking jackets, but you’re probably not even looking at me (not as lusciously as J.P. is at least) as Mr. Maurice show some skin, Jordan shows a grin, and me, I’m just puffing my pipe wearing Chinese silk and a fine chapeau at the Gladstone Hotel ballroom – that night in Toronto… with the checkerboard skies, at the end of the Tracks on Tracks trip.