Leonie Adams
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On a sunny Saturday afternoon in Melbourne, I cruised my skateboard toward the water tram station near the end of Orr Street. I wore low-rise distressed vintage skinny black jeans with worn holes at the knees, black Converse Chuck Taylors, a black TOOL T-shirt, and a black beanie. The wheels hummed over the pavement as I slowed near the station, enjoying the warm afternoon with nowhere urgent to be.
Above you, in the top window of a townhouse overlooking the street, she happened to glance outside, standing in the window in her tiny high-cropped loose thin cotton plain black t-shirt with the word ‘46 and 2’ written across it, making reference to the ‘Tool’ song. Her tiny low-rise unbuttoned unzipped open-fly black distressed denim shorts, and her black Doc Martin combat boots that are distressed and vintage and unlaced, none of these to be provocative, she just feels comfortable dressed this way.
She didn't know you. You’d never met her.
From her window, she spotted the lone skateboarder in black rolling to a stop. Something about the relaxed way I balanced on the board caught her attention, and she found herself watching for a moment longer than she'd intended.
She raised a hand and gave a small wave.
She raised a hand and gave a small wave.