“This scarf was my ex’s and I wear it because it feels nice to wear something that belonged to someone who meant a lot to me, and not feel hurt or be reminded of pain.”

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 Jimmy, 22.

Melbourne.

For anybody that’s ever loved somebody, this is for you. Through our interactions, comes attachment, and memories can colour pieces in our wardrobe that adopt a completely new identity. A scarf could never feel the same again, which can of course serve as a painful reminder if that relationship breaks down.

I think there are two sides to this post-relationship catharsis:

a) Depending on the context of the breakup, you may or may not have swiftly disposed of ALL remnants of your past relationship faster than you can swipe left on Tinder.

Or,

b) Through time comes healing, and with healing you can find closure and focus on the brightest hues of what was; because there is always a choice. And sometimes life is just that much more beautiful when you choose to see it through those rose coloured glasses… or in Jimmy’s case, electric violet.

“I’ve had this ring since I was 12. I found it in art class at the bottom of a charcoal powder jar and it’s always been the right fit.”

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Tommy, 21.

Melbourne.

There was something so undeniably cool about watching someone who can scoot through Melbourne’s concrete jungle as smoothly as the feels of their alpine green, velvet sweater. And again, by continuing to wear a ring from childhood, you can witness how beautiful sentimental attachment can be; there’s always a story, a reason why.

Similarly, I’m sure I would have worn my mother’s 1980 Ray Ban Wayfarer’s with leather arms (WUT), if I didn’t hail from a family who relishes in the spring-clean. (Note to future-self: do not cull anything I perceive as remotely wearable during my transient, 20-something years of being). Do it for the kids.

 

“I love bright, patterned statement pieces and I always clash patterns.”

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Francesca, 24.

Melbourne.

Just like that one time you dated an apple when you were an orange, there’s a very fine line between pairing polar opposed patterns with one another, and perishing into fashion faux pas.

Balancing the colour-blocked, Run-D.M.C. swag of her 80’s vintage bomber, with the subtleties of a paisley headband, Francesca amalgamates perfect aesthetic clash.

“I love sneakers, but I also love boots, and that’s the one thing that I’ll always buy second hand.”

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Voni, 19.

Melbourne.

There really is no greater aesthetic pleasure than seeing someone work the juxtaposition of clean, monochromatic lines against utilitarian, black biker-boots.

Discovered via Etsy, Voni‘s vintage Harley Davidson original’s have essentially been dragged through hell and back when working the Christmas retail rush one year. But similarly, like any recycled treasure, these vintage kicks are literally still standing the test of time (I don’t do puns).

“I wear jade because of my Grandma and my Asian heritage, and… it also matches my hair.”

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Zhi, 23.

Melbourne.

Donning vintage leather from the 80’s, Zhi embraces what was, by turning second hand women’s skirts into bags that could have quite easily fit myself and my housemate’s cat (and that pussy is phat) inside. He pays homage to his origins by adorning a vintage aesthetic with jade bangles, and deserves righteous kudos for mirroring this in the minty green hues of his hair (next level outfit coordination).

“If I had this hairstyle in Malaysia, all of the eyes would have been staring at me in a really uncomfortable way,” Zhi stated. This is testament to the kind of personal transformation that can be achieved through complete immersion into a city different from your home; something I can definitely attest to myself.

Zhi is a true beacon of vintage, jade supremacy! HOLLA.

Walk with reverence

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In complete totality, all that we have is our personal expression. We are the curators of the self, and how we hold and perceive ourselves is our only way of declaring to the Universe that this is who we are; our individual, stylistic code. And these differences, from one to another, should be celebrated.

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My name is Hannah Butterworth, and I welcome you to this space. Drawing a (very) clear line between admiration and perversion, I have for as long as I can recall, been forever captivated by everybody and anybody I pass on the day to day who possesses an aura of authentic appeal, the kind that encourages a double-take in the street.

Irrespective of brand, I’m talking about the genuine appreciation of an individual’s collaboration between apparel and accessories to construct their self, and the reasons behind why they have decided to do so.

This is a space for sharing such moments, found on the streets of Melbourne and beyond. Snapshots in time of the strangers we pass in the meanderings of daily life, who walk with reverence.