On Saturday, Tutti and I decided to go into the city for a little mosey ’round the shops. From the moment we set foot on Pitt Street, it was hard to walk a few metres without people telling Tutti they loved her glasses / her headscarf / her entire ensemble. Sometimes, the gauntlet of admiration can get a tad exhausting (especially for me – I was wearing a fairly standard monochrome skirt / top combo and frizzy hair, meaning Tutti, by comparison, looked even more fabulous, and I, even more shit.)
Anyway, we decided to stroll down towards World Square because I wanted to buy Matty a T-Shirt I found amusing from T-Bar, that had a drawing of a donkey on it, and the caption ‘Bad Ass’. Tutti and I were ambling down the street, nattering about this and that, when all of a sudden, we found ourselves in the midst of the most creative, colourful, outrageous-looking people, drunk on some sort of fluoro-glitter euphoria, holding signs that said, ‘Express Yourself’. I googled it when I got home and it turned out out was the annual Colour Parade, described on its Facebook page as “a spontaneous public performance celebrating life, love, art and unity.”
The funny thing was, that although Tutti was only wearing ‘weekend’ clothes, and hadn’t consciously dressed for a parade she had absolutely no idea existed until that point, she fitted in perfectly. So, I snapped photos while Tutti expressed herself by dancing down George Street with 100 or so colourful strangers. At one point, she even led the Colour Parade, which, as you’ll see from the following pictures, is not in the least surprising. I mean, who better to lead a bunch of bonkers eccentrics, than Tutti?