...Sproul Plaza, Cordovan Shoes/Jacket

MacGuyver...can't tell me nothin.

Haven't felt much inspired since last weekend...okay, that's a lie, I've seen a couple of shoot-worthy outfits but always happened to be on my way somewhere and didn't make a decision fast enough.

Anyhow, this morning, I leave my booth at work for a leak, and come back realizing I'd locked myself out. Normally a card is sufficient; however, due to my no-items-in-pants-pocket-ethic (it saves your silhouette, and probably helps your pants last longer), I had nothing on me: no radio, no phone, no wallet, fuck-all. But then, I take off the plastic name tag off me work jacket, and a couple wiggles later, I was in like Flint. Smashing.

Soon as I get this UHS article and some of the Mass Comm paper out of my way, I'll go on another shoot. Keep posted.

Pre-Cal Day & Westfield

My ______________Nights

Inaugural Post

It seems to be some unspoken law in London that every man had a form-fitting three-quarters coat like the gentleman in the foreground. Also note the khaki jacket + yellow bag in the back. Hey, it works.

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Ooh, so a statement of purpose is appropriate: Yes, you shall find the typical random thoughts aplenty. However, I shall also [hopefully] be documenting the good everyday people of Berkeley/whereever else I happen to be who have a unique fashion sense...with a trusty Sony Cybershot. Hey, don't hate just because I don't have D-SLR. So in other words, don't be too freaked out if a good-looking stranger asks to take a snapshot.

And yes, I would more than happy to Photoshop out your acne scars.

P.S. This layout, fyi, really reminds me of Entourage.