I met these kids on a ferry to Manly.
They were spectacularly well-dressed, say for an MGMT gig in some obscure Hoxton cellar. But here they were on a ferry with a load of white, overweight tourists. Going nowhere.
I love their hair. Immaculately coiffed and huge and difficult to like.
I love that one had underwear that matched her blinged-up ipod in diamonte pinks. I love the conspicuous 'um'ness of the dress /hot-shorts/pant-suit meets laura ashley on crack. I love her satchel.
But more than that I love that they're on the Manly ferry.
I blame the internet.