Down with despots and tyrants!
Rejecting the couture overtures of John Galliano, this is what the well-dressed Egyptian revolutionary is wearing this season...
So, just to outline here – these are makeshift helmets made by the Egyptians whilst scrapping to get rid of one Hosni Mubarak Esq. (late Egyptian dictator, 'retired').
Ah, here we go - your classic 1979 ‘Tribottle-with-Rag’ helmet – a must in any type of urban revolutionary combat. In the cranial protection-from-bricks department, this rates highly.
A late 80s' ‘box-hat-and-faux-turban’ ensemble - although, note that the bloke next to him doesn’t appear too convinced of its effectiveness.
And here's something seen all too seldom nowadays: a renaissance period piece of anti-brick wear millinery, teamed with his mum's black and cream scarf. Textbook.
And now we're seeing some archetypal revolutionary reverie - although I'm not sure that that tuna-mayo sandwich he's about to launch [or should that be 'lunch'?] is gonna cause too much destruction (maybe the panini is mightier than the sword?) Either way, this chap's sporting the old skool 80s' broken bin helmet. Hard core. I personally love the fact that he needs to lift it up to see – but it does beg the question: does he spend the rest of the time walking in to things? Note to revolutionary newbies: for daytime wear only!
Textbook "sauce-panning", nicely set off with water-skiing life-jacket and surgical mask combo. This chap obviously brooks no shenanigans from secret police types.
I literally have no idea what this is. Answers on a postcard to the usual address please... Big Mac and large fries to the person with the best guess.
And here's the winner by a country-mile. This bloke is no slouch when it comes to the revolutionary catwalk and has obviously seen action before - his front-line credibility showing through in spades, here, as he goes to war with not one, but two baguettes strapped to his ears, and a chicken salad roll Sellotaped to his forehead. I’d definitely wanna be behind him if someone began raining bricks and rubber bullets down on me.
VIVE LA REVOLUTION!