Thursday, October 28, 2010

Ye Olde Chuck Taylors

Somewhere in Kingsland...

Several months ago, after quitting my cafe job, I fished my Chuck Taylors out of the trash and threw them up on the power lines outside The Kamona, with the help of Willy (first attempt). Don't get me wrong - I love Chucks and would pick them any day of the week over Le Coq Sportif, or a pair of Onitsuka Tigers, for example. But now, every time I go out on the street I am reminded that I am never going to work in a cafe AGAIN.








History: The Kamona was once home to a local unit of The Mongrel Mob in the mid-80s. Part of their income required a hydroponics lab which operated in the wardrobe of one of the bedrooms. It is rumoured that the cannabis plants were growing right up into the roof, due to the removal of the wardrobe's false ceiling. In the 80s, a pair of Chuck Taylors caught in the power lines was a signal that a drug dealer lived nearby and if you waited beneath the shoes you could score a deal. However this is not the case with today's residents of The Kamona.




The removable ceiling.

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