For some reason 
St Patrick’s Day last week made me remember some photos I took back in January.
Why were these bras hanging outside Brunswick Station? Could this be an Art work? Somehow they didn’t look like it. The fact that there was a backpackers hostel and pub nearby could have been relevant.
I ride past the station on my bike every day and after they’d been there 48 hours, I undid them and put them in the local charity bin. (I noticed they were all the same size. Relevant?)
I asked the cleaner who is a devout Iraqi Christian (from Mosul, poor man), “Did you see the women’s underwear outside Brunswick.” He said he had but he didn’t like to remove them. “I thought they might be part of your Australian culture,” he added.
Station Stories 
-grin- Your man from Mosul could be right. I’m in Warrandyte and there is a certain corner where the overhead wires are festooned with bras. Literally dozens of them. I guess people must practise hurling them up until they catch. Strange Aussie sport. 😀
LOL!
😀
At least out in the woods, it’s a little easier to figure out.
🙂