This tribute to lost glovers everywhere sits on top of a traffic box, just outside the Australian Museum.  The code I think is unrelated but I've taken the liberty to reconvene it as an anagram of West, but this is side story. The gloves, a subject dear to me, are plaster partners of each other, frayed, thumb-worn, fake of course but with that charming feel of wabi-sabi. 

Fashion is so fickle.