Melbourne’s time capsule of sartorial abstruseness, The House of Capes, is a thing of rare beauty and an oasis railing against homogenised and franchised fashion strutting its skanky stuff in shopping malls all over this country.
At its height, the cape was celebrated as a distinguished garment favoured by Roman Catholic clergy, high ranking military and ladies in evening dress. More recently Sherlock Holmes, Superman, James Brown and pimps have gone ape for the cape.
Nowadays though, the cape is only sighted at cosplay conventions and draped across dowager humps at society balls.
And for those too lazy to take a cape out for a twirl, there is now the abomination that is The Snuggie, or as I like to refer to it, the cape under house arrest.
Listen up, dear readers. The House of Capes website speaks the truth … ‘Capes are an extension of life itself!’ (exclamation mark mandatory)
Look closely. Capes are more versatile than you could ever have imagined. Opera and Theatre nudge shoulders with the Homeless and Night Clubbing is right at home with Special Needs. Not content with life writ large by virtue of the House of Cape’s diagrammatic wisdom?
Feast your eyes on the fashion shots peppering houseofcapes.com.au. So good they haven’t been updated for twenty years, but then why would they need to be? The cape NEVER goes out of fashion.
Clearly the world agrees. As Kitty van Wees-Miller, The House of Capes’ high priestess muses, Bill Clinton wore a cape to his inauguration in 1993 and capes are now ‘happy serving wearers in Paris, Moscow, Jerusalem, Tokyo and even some of the Findhorn community in Scotland’.
And if that weren’t enough, the House of Capes is taking it to the world at various ‘Rainbow Festivals’ and my personal favourite, the ‘Weekly Times Sheep-vention’ in Melbourne.
Unleash your inner superhero at The House of Capes. As Kitty says, the shop has a magical aura about it. It must be all those negative ions being generated by their customers’ giddy twirling.