When Too Much is Not Enough

What would the bastard lovechild of Mary Poppins' bag & Aladdin's magic carpet look like?

You can't help who you love

And what would you knit if the doors of perception were cleansed?

No narrow chinks in Selina's cavern

"The pink also shall dwell with the blue, and the green shall lie down with the yellow; and the zig and the zag and the chevron together; and Selina shall lead them":

The shoes, she says, are nothing to think on

It's been a while (my bad). Selina hasn't changed though. Apart from her clothes, which are constantly evolving. It's like that conveyor belt on The Generation Game, which in turn is like life itself. What's next, no one knows. Pointless to try to keep track of it. And yet...

Selina has no idea of where the jumper comes from. No idea. Was she drunk when she bought it? No, that's not it. She just doesn't know, alright. And she shouldn't have to explain herself. The trousers, on the other hand, are another matter. OK so they're 100% acrylic and therefore hard to trace directly back to Mary Poppins and Aladdin BUT the influence is nevertheless clear. A Genealogy of Harem Pants, by Selina from north London. A work she's researching as we speak. These came from Camden. The waist is surprisingly high and shirred at the back, which Selina doesn't like at all. Luckily the jumper not only covers the waist, but also distracts us from, well, from just about anything other than SELINA. We beg, we borrow and we steal, we take out credit cards with elephantine APRs; anything just so as we can afford to PAY HOMAGE.

"What were you thinking when you built this outfit?" we ask.

"Colour, I was thinking colour," she says.

You sure were, O Muse, and now so are we.

I think they call it tripping.