I never knew the world until I left Sydney.
I never knew myself until I left Brisbane.
Actually, maybe it’s the other way around.
I never knew myself until I left Sydney.
I never knew the world until I left Brisbane.
It’s interesting going into a “surfie” store in NYC, like Pacsun. I don’t even know where the nearest beach is. I am not quite sure Coney Island beach counts. There’s sand and water, but I’m not sure there is any surf to speak of. But here you’ll find denim cutoffs, printed shirts with obnoxious exclamations, bikinis, thongs and other random stuff.