The trip teased this unknown out even further with an unscheduled stop in what was then the USSR, where they had to get off and expose their luggage to two femme fatales in long black leather coats who, it seemed, just wanted to have a look at everybody’s stuff, in anticipation of the wild western Russia that was soon to come.
(Dave Graney, 1001 Australian Nights, ‘Across the world’)
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)
Thereat mirth grew in them the more and they rehearsed to him his curious rite of wedlock for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as the priests use in Madagascar island, she to be in guise of white and saffron, her groom in white and grain, with burning of nard and tapers, on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was there unmaided.
She wears a long black suit jacket and black pants, with black sequins over her hands.
(Steve Dow, Human Nietzsche: Sarah Blasko on her new album, ‘Eternal Return’, The Saturday Paper, 7 Nov. 2015)