Plus, tell us you’d turn down this Louis Vuitton luggage from Darjheeling Limited if you had the chance. No? Neither would we.
I love novelty sweaters.
And by novelty, I mean obnoxious.
I snagged this sweater at Arizona Trading Company in Kansas City when I flew back to see my baby niece. (Yeah, this guy is an Uncle! Congrats, Brother and Sister-In-Law.) Per usual, I did the rounds in Kansas City in hopes of scoring glorious plunder. I’d call this sweater alone a win in itself. If you wanna shell out the big bucks, Mr. Porter and Need Supply have a few options for the animal at heart.
The sign in this photo summarizes many things:
- The chances of dating Cameron. Sorry ladies, he’s already got a lady.
- The journey to find the dress shirt that fits perfectly off the rack.
- Seth’s chance of finding shoes in his size.
- My hopes of finding a Starbucks that will put whatever I want in a Trenta.
While Seth was playing
bridesmaid groomsman this weekend in Glen’s wedding, Cam and I took our high school senior pictures drove around the streets of East Campus on his roommate’s moped.
A lot of laughing, some Blue Steel and/or Magnum, and a little spooning for dear life on the back of a two-wheeled murdercycle.
You know what I love about mopeds? You can wear whatever you want because you already look a little out of place riding the damn thing. Riding a moped is a lot like going to Vegas; you can wear whatever you want and
everybody nobody judges you for it. Right? Probably not.
You get the point though? Probably not.
On Jeff: Confetti white button down ($70 sale in NYC) by rag & bone; indigo striped “Mickey” shorts (sale $30) by Club Monaco; tan circular sunglasses courtesy of Topman; tassel loafers (thrifted, $4) by Allen Edmonds.