The Fashion In Shrouds

What do you wear when you need something that's practical, hard-wearing and versatile? Something that needs to be comfortable on both a hot summer afternoon and a cold summer night, that you can layer other garments under, looks good and is fun to wear but not fragile or sensitive to stains, dirt and dust?

( The obvious answer is a home-made nun's habit. )


This is an early 80's sort-of-cover of a Swedish revue number dating back to 1940, same refrain but different lyrics all about how much fun there is to be had in Moscow, and a new romantic dancefloor classic where I come from. Great one for shouting along with at the top of your lungs around half past two in the morning, and loaded with nostalgia for me. Isn't it great? Michael Dee - Hurra Hurra Vad Det Är Roligt I Moskva.
 

A left for his post-apocalyptic LARP earlier today and I miss him already - not going to see him for a good three weeks, as I'm leaving for my summer vacation before he comes home. I'm looking forward to that very much, but getting through the few remaining days before we go feels rather dismal at the moment.

I'm going to Kesudalen, though. I spent all my childhood summers there, so I could go on and on about the place, but I'm trying to keep this firmly style-related, so instead I'll talk about how much interesting old junk that accumulates in a distant and primitive mountain cabin when it's been in the same family for over three generations, going on four - my maternal grandfather bought it together with my great-grandfather and a friend of his after WWII, for skiing, fishing and the like, and since you have to do a minimum of three kilometer's walking to get there from the car, nothing gets thrown away unless you absolutely have to.



So there are lots of things like these lying around, for example. Snow goggles, aluminium with brown leather and black elastic, no idea exactly how old, but old enough; decidedly not brought there by my mother or aunt, so one of the older generations. Vision is surprisingly good through them, those little slots are cunningly placed. They're upside down in this photo, though.
There are several different variations on the theme in the same drawer, but I thought these were the coolest as a fledgling rivethead and brought them down to Stockholm with me. They probably haven't seen much snow in the last forty years, but quite a few industrial clubs in the last twelve.

I was going to post some funny old photo of me being around 19 and too cool for school, wearing these goggles, but all I can find online are pictures of me being around 22 and making silly faces at the camera with an old friend, who used to borrow them a lot, and that doesn't cut it. I did find a bunch of physical photographs - you know, the kind printed on paper that no one bothers with anymore - but that demands a scanner, and I don't have access to one right now.

So I'm posting one photo of an experiment I did with a friend last summer instead, for lack of "authentic" pictures - we dressed up as ourselves in the late 90's, as near as we could, for a Blümchen-themed event at a local 90's club.
( Picture after the cut. )