Documenting the trials and musings of a young man wholly invested in the decorum of the world, the dress of its people, and why any of it matters in the first place. As fashions come and go, we hope the driving pulse stays the same. Realities change and confuse, while the soul holds the truth.
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Funny you should post these beauties on 10/22: On the bus, I saw a boy with the most delightful sock/shoe combo. The shoes were black-- simple yet hip (a sort of tennis-shoe loafer blend), with a particularly low ankle. The socks were purple with black marks which curved around the ankle and which started just above the top of the shoe. Another fellow with gray and pink plaid slip-ons (which matched his pink shirt) was sitting behind him. I wanted to snap a picture beneath the seats, but I opted not to. The bus, as you know, can be exciting enough without setting off a flash below the belt line.
I like the notion of an entire blog of daydreams. Naturally, there must already be some. Right?
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