Whoever thought I’d write about fashion? (/waves to Faith, but we all have to break down our internal barriers, so, from here, some dyke-friendly fashion notes for a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. I’m off to walk the pup; walk being the operative word, given that she still has sutures and isn’t allowed off the lead. The lead in question is a 15m lunging rope from horse days, but it does stop her from dashing through the woods at her usual break-neck speed.
And here, the requisite excerpt [full disclosure, I have no idea what a Superdry jacket is, nor do I own one. Soon, though, obviously....]:
At the weekend, I headed off to Manchester Pride with some mates of mine. A group of girlz eager to sample the delights of the north. I packed just about my entire wardrobe for the occasion, to cover all eventualities and weather that might present itself. I’m wearing my usual attire: Levi jeans,adidas trainers, Lazy lady belt and Roxy hoodie.
At the allocated rendezvous meeting point for us all to get the coach together, K shows up in her black Superdry jacket. She is equally dressed in casual brand wear. I tell K that I have packed, and intend to wear, the same Superdry jacket, only mine is white. Her response makes me think.
“I don’t care. It’s practically the lesbian uniform. There will be hundreds of lesbians there, all wearing the same jacket, all wearing the same clothes.”
Looking round at the other girls in my party, I see she has a point. Superdry and Bench are the brands of lesbian choice it seems. I ask them about the clothes they’ve packed and the brands they’ll adorn. Between us we could open our own branch of TK Maxx: Superdry, Bench, Quicksilver, Levi, Plain Lazy, Paul Frank, Roxy, Storm, Nike, Adidas, SoulCal, Breed, Diesel…and on the fringe, New Balance.
