Selina: naked

Because that's what you've all been thinking. Admit it. No posts on this blog FOR A MONTH and you've all been imagining our heroine pootling about in the altogether.

Now for the truth. No, Selina has not been naked. But she has been pootling about.

And she's still pootling today, in this:

Selina looking at a guineafowl while doing an impression of a guineafowl: trippy, eh?

Green, yellow, white, pink, purple, black; and many shades in between. When you factor in the orange for the hair, the red for the glasses and the blue (lapis?) around her neck, there's nary a colour under the sun that doesn't have an embassy upon Selina's territory. 

She bought the vest from South African street vendors at the Edinburgh Festival back in 1984. South African? Well, the guineafowl may be everywhere now but it originated in southern Africa, seat of Selina's beloved Zim. Here's a close-up:

Detail of guineafowl featuring a small hole and errant stitches, bearing testimony to the vest's vintage

At first she claimed not to know where the skirt came from, before later deciding that it was from Camden Market. At any rate, it's quite unique, yet subtly so. In an echo of the two-toned full-circle 1950s skirt she wore back in June, this number employs the same subdued sherbet yellow and white palette. However, this time the language is that of raw-edged appliqué brocade, and the message is deconstructed Art Nouveau. But of course. So some poor sod painstakingly cut out all the brocaderie yet- lest anyone think it a big deal - they left it unhemmed. Let's have a closer look:

"Just something I whipped up in my lunch hour."

We asked: "Did you know that the guineafowl was monogamous?"

SELINA SAYS: "Really? We used to keep them at home in Ireland. It's a pretty international bird."

Well, Selina, we think you're a pretty international bird.

In just about every sense.