The Thousands

Note: The store is now closed.

Our favourite American was laughing at Sydney folk the other day for how we deal (or rather don’t) with cold weather. It’s true. Right now I’m wearing socks, slippers, leggings underneath track pants, two tops and a hooded poncho. And when I say ‘hooded’ I mean that it has one of those long, elven hoods that ends in a tassel. It’s revolting, but I don’t care. It’s freezing!

Meanwhile, bizarro Alice in Wintertime Sweden is svelte. She’s only chillin’ in a metaphorical sense – calm and collected in her fine Acne woollens and leathers. See that there, that’s a waistline – you can see hers! – and she’s standing straight and tall(ish), not hunched over with her hands in her armpits.

Back home again, my excuses for dressing like a hobo are actually drying up. Because now there’s another place you can pick up warm and beautiful Swedish finery, and it’s smack bang in the middle of the city. The Strand Arcade, no less, which is slowly but surely morphing into a place I’d like to shop (if only they’d let me in in my poncho).