Here I am in Toronto Street Fashion.
Again.
I don’t even know who works for these people. It seems like everyone does. And whenever I go outside and someone takes a picture of me, it seems to end up at TSB. It’s sort of like being part of a family. A big incestuous family.
Anyway, this is me, being casual. The jacket is undone and I used the informal Prince Albert Knot as opposed to my usual Full Windsor. Weighted by pipe and wallet, my pants are hanging disastrously low. There’s no excuse for that.
I have a pocket watch. This is, like the bulk of my eccentricities, a practical thing. I spend a good deal of time washing dishes at work. A wristwatch is a bad idea. It spends too much time under water.
I’m wearing my normal shoes though these will soon be replaced with sturdier, winter wear. This change will warrant a post. I have some thinking to iron out on the subject.
So this is me dressed down and looking like my normal, happy self. Believe it or not, I was actually having a good time. It was a cookie party. I love cookies. But I better start smiling before people realize that I really am as despondent as I look. The great thing about fashion is that no one believes appearances. Honesty is the ultimate disguise.
6 comments
Danielle says:
December 12, 2007 at 2:27 pm (UTC -5 )
I am glad you had a good time. Thanks for attending my social event.
Ryan Oakley says:
December 12, 2007 at 6:26 pm (UTC -5 )
You are an excellent hostess. I hope you’re full of oreos and rye right now.
Danielle says:
December 15, 2007 at 6:48 pm (UTC -5 )
Actually, Ray ate all the Oreos while I was out
at least I still have the Rye…
Ryan Oakley says:
December 15, 2007 at 10:50 pm (UTC -5 )
Better drink it soon.
Rachel says:
December 17, 2007 at 2:11 am (UTC -5 )
Ha ha – nice seeing you again Ryan! I did get a fab spontaneous shot of you smiling – but of course at that moment my flash failed….until next time….
Ryan Oakley says:
December 17, 2007 at 3:44 am (UTC -5 )
That’s the last smile you’ll ever see. I hate smiling. It gives people the wrong idea.