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She looks like the type who gives out raisins...
Thank you to our darling fan Annie for allowing us to make her over in this fabulous All Hallow’s Eve get up. To tell you the truth, I am starting to panic, it is nearly the date and I, Polonius H. Probiscus the Seventeenth, esteemed head of the Institute of Animal Haberdashery, have yet to find myself a costume. The consequences could be dire. Any suggestions?
This look never goes out of style...
As the world’s pre-eminent scholar of Animal Haberdashery, I spend many of my waking hours combing through old boxes full of paper, unearthing glorious treasures. I am currently working on my third PhD. Working Title: Dressing in the Dark Ages -Zoological Toggery before the Institute of Animal Haberdashery. I’m not sure if it is long-winded enough. A good thesis will scare away readers before they even open the front cover.
This drawing depicts perhaps the world’s earliest adopter of canine clothing, one Mr. Wendelheimer Willikers. I do believe this was sketched mere hours before Willikers was pelted to death with chewed up tennis balls. Ah the perils of being a pioneer!
It's only 4 in dog years!
The Institute of Animal Haberdashery would like to wish our dear benefactor Denieal a very happy birthday. She may be human, but she still looks marvelous in a hat!
Bjorn and I threw a party just for you! It was a very swishy soiree until Bjorn got onto his fourteenth Lime Rickey and tried to hump my leg.
No need to be so critical!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am chuffed to be able to introduce you to the newest member of the Institute of Animal Haberdashery: Art Critic Belladonna Beasley! We at the Institute are increasingly given inspired works of art featuring clothed critters, but how to determine which to hang on our hallowed walls? An art critic of course!
Personally I find critics rather off-putting, I mean, who gives them the right to be so bloody opinionated? Belladonna’s appointment is really all Bjorn’s doing. Let’s hope he doesn’t regret all his pestering.
Definitely a Samantha...
In case you didn’t catch it already, yesterday the BBC ran a story entitled Turtles prefer the city life and tried to pass it off as news.
Everyone with two eyes and a nose for fashion is well aware that an Eastern Long-necked turtle’s innate lust for mobile wifi devices is enough to keep them steering clear of the swamp.And their shop til you drop ethos and fetish for impractical, brimless hats, keep them prisoners of urbanity.
What do you think, darlink?
For quite some time now, certain members of the board have been pestering me to update my look. As if a top and tails could ever go out of style!
Alas, like any fashionista, I am extremely influenced by the opinions of others. And so, I unveil for you, the new me!
It really is a versatile look, one not simply limited to Oriental fans and teddy bears. Why just yesterday I accessorised with a banana clip and a pygmy marmoset on a leash. Tres magnifique!
I must say that being stuck in the Antarctic, were it not reality, could be a fabulous metaphor for a depression and exhaustion powered brain freeze of herculean proportions. For today, again, I will let others entertain you…
Also, thank you Jason for this awesomeness… (would be more awesome in a hat though.)
Thank you Anna, for bringing this orgy of excellent taste to our attention
It makes me terribly devastated to have missed this showcase on our last Australian Odyssey. Rest assured Bjorn and I have booked our tickets to the 2010 Royal Easter Show!
Don't be distracted by the hat...
Looking at this picture of a penguin school-child, you would be forgiven for being distracted by his hat. It is distracting, but that my friends is not necessarily a good thing. The lunchbox is truly the pinnacle of this particular outfit
Unless you had a brief flirtation with grunge as a teenager, you probably haven’t considered the lunchbox as accessory since your early childhood. But I beg you to give it the renaissance it deserves! A lunchbox oozes mystery (I wonder what’s for lunch?) and practicality (you can keep your lunch in it!). On top of that it can be used as a footstool or a percussion instrument in an impromptu jam session. Show me a Birkin that can do that!
A whale of a time?
My dears I apologize for going all incommunicado on you last week. You see, we had been making haste through Antarctic waters, when lo! the Institute’s island hit a berg!
I was pretty sure we were doomed. I quickly assembled all board members and staff and serenaded them with “My Heart Will Go On”. Serenaded each and every one of them with their own personal rendition.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the most well-dressed cetacean I have ever had the pleasure of making my acquaintance pulled up next to the island in a large tugboat. You would think a whale would be swimming, but Mr. Melvin Manwhale recognizes the assault of salt on a fine Fendi stitch.
With luck, the tugboat was able to pull our little island to shore, where it is currently being looked at by a rather untrustworthy group of emperor penguins.
I do hope we are on the move again soon, unlike Mr. Manwhale, I find it hard to be dapper in such chilly climes!
May your fancies be tickled and your livers be pickled!
