I have too many fashion faux pas to list, but here are just a few:-
The full length white coat with photographs of myself sewn on, with poetry in French painted on top to look like blood.
Old man's pyjamas complete with espadrilles, worn in the snow, which disintigrated the rope soles by the time I got to college.
Boot polish worm in the shape of sunglasses, that wouldn't wash off.
A tunic which had both foot long nipples and a phallus, with the word SEX painted on the front, made out of 50's curtains.
A sari, worn with Docs.
A suit knit on broomsticks, that looked likle seaweed.
A plastic pac-a-mac, painted with a swastika and a star of David.
This all period was crammed into a five year period, after which I discovered that it was much more fun to tell people what to wear, than to wear it myself.
