It’s that week before Anzac Day when flashes of red appear on our lapels. Wearing the poppy for remembrance says so many things. “I respect my ancestors…Gallipoli was horrible…I gave a gold coin to the nice poppy-handing-out person, did you?”

The poppy design can’t have changed since the early 60s – late enough for the poppy to gain its plastic center and mod configuration, still long before leather jackets became respectable and most waterproof fabrics were invented. Its retro straight pin, for attaching it to your exterior garments, hasn’t changed to match postmodern fabrics. The Lifer recognizes a tradition upon beholding it. After trying and failing to attach The Poppy to a bag using said pin, I am switching to a fabric coat for the week.

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