A distinctly middle-class hipster (argh, remember your roots boy!) as I'd hopped on the bike to go to an auction at Lyon and Turnbull at lunch in the hope of getting some wonderful Japanese prints. My budget got well and truly sunk however.
Anyway, new Walz cap has seen me look like a Nazi (think Indiana Jones punching a Nazi in a submarine base and catching his cap in the air); and an old man. I don't care. I likes it.