Just like the Ugly Duckling, Winston was always the odd one out. Unlike his older brothers, who all wore pinstripes ranging from black to charcoal, Winston strode around in a yellow and navy check. Bullied by his brothers for being so different (as if he were Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer), Winston decided to leave home at age 15 to venture the alleyways of Melbourne. Doesn't sound all that ambitious or safe, however, we bumped into him (now age 24) and he seemed alright. We had a little impromptu photoshoot, and as a bonus surprise, it turned out that Winston had managed to catch up with his (rather accomplished) little sister, Joelle, whom we also met that day.
Just like her older brother, Joelle was always quite a noticeable child as well. So when her brother left, she thought that she'd follow his example, and left home too. Winston was always her favourite brother out of all eleven of them. They would always go on adventures together, leaving their dull and boring old cottage behind to venture way further down the train line to Prahran, where they would wander and wonder. As loud and extroverted as the pair physically appeared to be, they both actually lacked a sense of belonging and longed for acceptance. The height of Joelle's insecurities occured one day when she was feeling particularly pale and walked into a tanning salon. One thing led to another, and it is safe to say that from that day on, her longing to belong amongst the tan diminished to nil. She probably should have considered that she's made out of fabric. However, nine years after this experience, Joelle is still frequently travelling around doing awareness presentations at high schools for the ‘Spray Tans Gone Wrong' society. Totally owning it. Good on her, I say.