this year’s fashion

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The carnage in the retail apparel industry just gets uglier. On Friday Oroton was the latest to deliver a result in this year’s fashion colour―red.

(Elizabeth Knight, ‛Apparel retailer Oroton follows this year’s fashion colour into the red’, Sydney Morning Herald 30 Sep. 2017)

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thin strips of aluminium

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An old radio voice-over asks him to describe the music he plays. “It’s like running water off thin white strips of aluminium,” he replies. Soundtrack: the first three notes of Cattle and Cane.

(Robert Forster, in Kriv Stenders’s Right Here, quoted by Andrew Stafford, ‛The Go-Betweens: Right Here doco shows old wounds remain close to the surface’, Sydney Morning Herald 20 Sep. 2017)

Robert Forster’s suit, tie, & shirt

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Scene: a tall, erect man, aged 60, is walking up a long gravel driveway. He is impeccably, incongruously dressed for the country surroundings: dark blue suit and tie, rose-pink shirt, dress shoes. It is the Go-Betweens’ Robert Forster.

(Andrew Stafford, ‛The Go-Betweens: Right Here doco shows old wounds remain close to the surface’, Sydney Morning Herald 20 Sep. 2017)

the sailor’s goggles, portholes, a rose, she

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The sailor lugged out from a case he had a pair of greenish goggles which he very slowly hooked over his nose and both ears.
— Are you bad in the eyes? the sympathetic personage like the town clerk queried.
— Why, answered the seafarer with the tartan beard, who seemingly was a bit of a literary cove in his own small way, staring out of seagreen portholes as you might well describe them as, I uses goggles reading. Sand in the Red Sea done that. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of speaking, The Arabian Nights Entertainment was my favourite and Red as a Rose is She.

(Ulysses, 16)

the earth surrounding Kalgoorlie

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The reds and the ochres of the earth surrounding the town can seem like a vast movie set recreating a spacecraft landing in Mars, or a savage ecological blight. I feel my throat tighten with emotion. The red dirt is what our family remembers most. No matter what colour your garment was for any chosen social engagement, you came home red. The colours of this place are foremost, infernally beautiful.

(Tim Rogers, ‛Kalgoorlie’, Detours)