About five minutes later there was a polite knock on the door and in swaggered J O’K, resplendent in his trademark black tuxedo and butterfly bow-tie, white-coated barber in tow.
(Billy Thorpe, Sex and thugs and rock’n’roll, ch. 24)
I can’t recall when I first saw the picture of Mathinna in colour, but I had imagined that her dress was pink. In fact it is red. The redness seems now to be somehow very significant. I recall my mother telling me that it was actually right to put red shoes on little girls, but wrong to put red shoes on little boys. In fact I really expected Mathinna should have been wearing a white dress. I would have given her a white dress, I thought. Did somebody agonise over the colour? Or was it just that there was a handy piece of red cloth?
(Carmel Bird, ‘Mathinna’)
The blue of her gown echoes the blue of the cover of the book. Her hair is concealed beneath the sails of a crisp white head-dress. Her tiny white dog waits obediently at her feet.
(Carmel Bird, ‘New Year 2018 The Folio Society Diary’)
Seeing that my efforts to annoy him failed, I gave in, and we were soon done, and then started for the river–Mr Beecham clad in a khaki suit and I in a dainty white wrapper and flyaway sort of hat. In one hand my host held a big white umbrella, with which he shaded me from the hot rays of the October sun, and in the other was a small basket containing cake and lollies for our delectation.
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)