The other day while taking my dogs for a walk, in the relentless heat, and thought why isn’t it Fall. Oh yeah, I now live in the south. Fall doesn’t exist.
I love the Fall and the Spring, and the rest well it can go to hell. Okay, I relent, I do like winter, but after two months, it becomes monotonous. Before I moved to the south… I used to know it was fall because the hipster’s are in bloom. I normally curse at the mere thought of hipsters, but now I miss the sight of their little beanie covered hair, ironic t-shirts, swathed in plaid, because it is fall and the look of dis-contentment on their faces (that isn’t seasonal). So I tried to channel the hipster slumming it on the mean streets of an upper middle class gentrified neighborhood. Took the pics in Perdition, in case you were wondering.
Just for laughs: The Hipster Olympics
Music: Tv on the Radio-Wolf Like Me
Skin: Redgrave Zuri, you photograph beautifully dahling…muah muah!
Hair: Cheerno, I luv’s men’s hair
Glasses: Primoptics, color changeable
Arm Warmers: Maitreya