[via Hampshire House and Lindsey]
It’s a hot look for sure, but on a freezing night like tonight? Possibly a poor choice.
Still, definitely a hot look.
(Thanks, MarcusParcus!)
Says our pal Mike:
After three weeks in Europe, that was pretty much the one souvenir I brought home.
Now that is a great shirt. But do you remember the first time?
[Excellent photography by Josh from Shine On]
Previously:
Ruby in the Dust (pictured) explains:
San Francisco is one big fucking stage. It is a constant theater production. When I am walking down the street, it’s like I’m the second coming of Jesus fucking Christ. I’m not even egotistical about this. If I’m dressed cuter than a girl, her eyes automatically shift to the side because she’s challenged and I see a dirty look plastered on her face. It’s weird because I feel like we’re all interconnected. I can feel myself as a part of her, and her a part of me. I don’t understand why we can’t embrace the communal human THING that we share and be happy over it?
Read on for a few other musings on life in San Francisco.
These could belong to a happy cartoon zucchini, right?
(Well they don’t. They belong to a person named Chantel, and Fashionist has more pics of her here.)
UPDATE: Or a happy American Tripps ad, am I RIGHT??