I wasn’t aware until this morning that Pammy Faye’s thongs were desirable. And I had no idea there was a thong brand hierarchy. To me they were just Pammy’s old thongs. Until, that is, our first night camping under the Sacred Thong Tree at Penders, on the NSW South Coast, when the name Havaianas first entered my consciousness.
This complex of intertwined Mahogany Gums has for some years been identified as a Sacred Thong Site by Marr Grounds, the custodian of this beautiful stretch of coastline south of Bithry Inlet. Here it is shown in its sacrilegious campsite glory.
And Havaianas? During the early hours of the morning of the 29th December some indigenous creature – no doubt attracted by the aroma of toe jam – neatly consumed most of the stem on one Havaianas, and half of the other. The result? Rodent with Havaianas Hangover 2 – Pammy Faye 0.
Who (Jan 4, 2010, p.103) lists Havaianas as one of the top trendy items of the noughties, and quotes Marc Newson as citing the flip flop thong is “one of the top four designs that cannot be improved”.