At school I’ve always been told to zip it. Maybe it was the fact that I’ve always been a little verbose. There was always something to say or talk about that just couldn’t wait until the next break (the break was a bit meagre with its 20 minutes, I must admit) or after school. Just imagine a waterfall of words that keeps going and going and there’s no tap to turn it off. Sounds like a nightmare, right? In that respect I must have been a thorn in many a teacher’s side.
Well, well, well, today I bring some good news for my former teachers…drumroll, please: I finally learned to zip it – but in the fashion way – with this little ensemble. Everywhere you look there are zips. There’s no way you can unsee them. See…I don’t always zip it but when I do, I ziiip it.
Photos by Matt McCormick