I was at the Biltmore last night. It was packed. It was hott. Temperature-wise that is. I noticed an inordinate number of people wearing wool toques. Fashion that strongly contrasts with environmental factors has always pissed me off. From the folks who wear flip flops in the rain, to the fellow who favours the down vest feat. t-shirt in the coldest months, I just don't get how one can ignore the season in favour of fashion. What especially irks me, is when they are completely ignorant of their own effect on their comfort with statements like, "it's so cold" (says the guy in the February nylon windbreaker), or "I got soaked last night walking home" (courtesy of our friend Ms. no umbrella paired with a moisture sucking wool coat).
The following photos are of different people from a single night at one night club, that probably is a toasty 23+ Celcius degrees. This heat is commonly found in the season known as "summer". The major irony is, is that its not really all that cold outside to require the toque in the first place.
All photos sources from Lindsaysdiet.com (thanks Linds!). I'm stealing them and posting them here without her permission (fair use, or whatever), because I'm like Girltalk up in this blogsphere - recontextualising and recompositioning existing elements to make my own motherfucking tapestry of artistic statement!
What happened to cool?
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