Go to a (large) news-agent (like the one at Melbourne Central).
Go to the music/culture section, you know, the part with glossy ads for clothes no-one could ever afford on junkie-chic models.
Pick-up a copy of Dazed & Confused (I’m not actually advocating it’s purchase because ephemeral paper culture is evil) and not too far in you’ll find… us! Ok, so not everyone made the cut, but y’all are as attractive as a monkey?s ass with hepatitis. So maybe I’m being a little vindictive because I’m not in there and I really liked my outfit (well, not quite as much as the bows I wore the next time round).
Anyway, thanks to the guy-with-a-name-I-can-never-recall for wording me up (aka Photography dude).