This Thursday, we take a leap further back in time before Port Hedland, taken at a friend's house in Gladstone, (SA not QLD) circa 1996, aged 17.

This is not my bedroom - I was never into Johnny Depp, Christian Slater, Matt Dillon or River Phoenix enough to grant them precious poster real estate on my walls - but I certainly had Edward Furlong, Brad Pitt and Dieter Brummer, and probably Kelly Slater.

So what am I rocking here?

• Carefree expression
• Long hair don't care, complete with the sketchy fringe I suffered through for most of my life
• White sleeveless button up shirt - origin unknown - artfully tied at the middle with what appears to be a black crop top underneath.
• Midriff - back when I had one.
• Indian-print cotton maxi skirt with irritatingly jingly bells on the ties that I absolutely LOVED. I believe it was purchased from the incense/crystals/candles shop in Port Pirie. I googled "incense Port Pirie" to see if it still exists but was indundated for links to what appears to be illegal synthetic cannabis so excuse me while I erase my browser history. I believe I also purchased (voluntarily, with my own money) a purple tie-dyed bell-sleeved velour top, complete with its own set of jangly bells which was often teamed with this skirt in the cooler months. Sadly, no photographic evidence exists from what I can gather. 
• I know for a fact there are a pair of these on my feet . . . 

• . . . because what else would you wear with such an ensemble in 1996? Franky, I'm surprised I'm not wearing my floppy black velvet hat.