What's Bruce wearing today?

A Banksy t-shirt, with a photo a man throwing a molotov cocktail doctored so he’s throwing a bunch of flowers, skilfully juxtaposing images of violence with peace.

There’s a similarly mind-blowing juxtaposition: I’m dunking a Rich Tea biscuit into a cup of coffee, thereby subverting your expectation and forcing you to confront your consumerist programming. That’s situationism for you.

The big reveal from yesterday’s “Ask Me About My Ninja” t-shirt 

My “Ask me about my ninja” t-shirt

A suit. And shirt. And shoes.

This is in prep for Mobile World Congress, a massive synerjism of a conference in Barcelona where the company prohibits “athletic shoes” and jeans. I’ll be hobbling like a geriatric and sweaty in my cheap weddings-and-funerals polyester suit, but by christ I’ll look like a fucking WINNER.

Yesterday and today I’m wearing a crappy orange t-shirt with the word “Kanchanaburi” on it in Thai script, and a logo that’s a stylised version of the Bridge over the River Kwae and the Three Pagoda Pass. I bought it for 100 Baht in a market in  Kanchanaburi because I’d just hurled an ice-cream over the t-shirt that I originally sported that day. 

Sunday’s a day for relaxing and trying something new. For  Bruce Haxton, who asked for something “a bit left-field”, today’s creation is a post-modern ensemble of aztec tights, a batik shirt from Malang, Indonesia, with a council reflective jacket and topped by a dinosaur hat from D&G.

As requested by David Storey, my warning t-shirt.

I’m not actually wearing any Wonder Sauna Hot Pants. But what I’m wearing today is so dull, so I wish I were.