From Deepest (and very much) Darkest Souf Effrica, Alert Reader Trevor W. reminds me that this past weekend saw the running of the Durban July Handicap, the country’s richest horse race (equivalent to Melbourne’s Gold Cup and America’s Kentucky Derby). I asked him to send me pictures, thinking there’d be some Train Smash Women — and there were, just not of the kind one would imagine.
You see, “The July” is the day when fashion designers indulge their wildest fantasies Over There — and when you add the natural Seffrican penchant for vivid colors, you get stuff like this:
Dude looks like a lady, to coin a phrase…
Then you have the hats (or maybe it’s one of the PA speakers, I dunno):
What looks like yellow caterpillars on the guy, and an exploded pillow on the woman:
And there wasn’t even a breeze…
And did I mention that this was in Africa? Just in case anyone missed the idea:
By Aintree standards, these are quite demure:
Then my favorite group pic, simply because of the Token White Chick on the left, who looks positively dowdy by comparison:
But the spirit of Aintree is alive and well, even in Durban:
No man should.
Now, as a kind of brain scrubber, let’s look at Wimbledon over the same weekend:
And my favorite of them all (guess why), the exquisite Eleanor Tomlinson (from the awful Poldark TV series):
In fact, let’s look at a couple more of Miss Eleanor just for the hell of it:
As the great Roger Sterling said about redheads: “It’s like a drop of strawberry jam in a saucer of milk.”