Despite the catawampus weekend and untrammeled city amblings, which on many levels I’m sure some would aptly claim was flouting grounds of moral turpitude (uh yeah, maybe of my… bank account), so far so good. I confess, the early morning outfit/minimal coffee brigade was slightly annoying… you know, when it’s not one thing it’s six others, and by then you’ve reached a breaking point while shouting ‘f@*k it’ at the top of your lungs. Albeit no one’s listening.
I’ve been meaning to post these photographs for a while, so I pulled them before they narrowly escaped being plunged into the near-retirement section of Picasa. Boring outfit... and the vintage boots, for some bizzarro reason, remind me of Ichabod Crane. Don’t ask me why. lol