C, Tater and I saw this gentleman walking down Ninth Avenue in Manhattan during the International Food Festival last week.
As I've stated in the past few days, I don't much cotton to the pointy shoes and boxy jackets, and I'm OK with the red jeans when applied to skinny legs, but here's a man whose fashion sense I can admire. At home with his composition, he strolled through the crowd with the serenity and confidence of Grace Kelly. This is fashion and style the way they were meant to be: personal expressions and celebrations of the Self turned inside out for public enjoyment.
I can never remember the hanky codes, but I am pretty sure that a yellow one in the right pocket says "Please piss in my purse."