The last big Melbourne textile factory closed a few years ago, near his place in Keon Park. They couldn’t meet costs, the attendant (‘Blue: Alchemy of a Colour’, NGV January 2016) said. Now the industry’s gone to China. Is there any use in fighting? We gazed a moment at navy-blue oriental coats, indigo sarongs. I reminisced on childhood, memories of racks wheeled criss-cross up and down Flinders Lane. Hangers of shirts glided behind the cathedral, over cobbles and bitumen, rows of elongated cloud. Lines of suits, nice cut plenty of room, were marched the length of blocks, navy on parade.