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.
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