street fashion: know?show knows the moves part un
somehow i wiggled myself into the reins of Know?Show today. which was so awesome i was lost in the endless aisles of brightly colored snowboards (i.loathe.snow), skateboards (yum.decks) and every kind of clothing in between.
the colors were bright, the people were stylishly hungover and i was in heaven. kitty heaven.
if i had a bottomless bank account, i surely would have seen the bottom today.
instead i found style hidden in every corner. hungover of course. (noteveryonewas.ikid.ikid.)
colin the epic plaid-man
this guy was awesome. he was my first find of the day.
what can i say, i am a sucker for brightly lit plaid.
points of interest: the i just stuck my finger in a blacklight day-glo plaid, the subtle effect of effortlessly matching shoes, the tim hortons coffee cup accessory
a member of the DCC
i personally have a penchant for red shoes. thus the DCC (dorothy complex club). but did i also mention that i have a penchant for not realizing that i like taking photos of people wearing red shoes.
fuck. i am so. predictable.
points of interest: the causal effortless tie of the long sweater, the unpiped railroad cap, the red.shoes (DCC)
one word: totally tubular
do i even have to say anything. like not even one word. i could have seen this kid from space the way he was flagging awesome around. i was speechless.
like a fashion stun gun he was.
points of interest: the mutant deere john beanie, the vampiric communist propaganda billboard shirt, holy plaid pants all the way to heaven, the solitary thumb up
yet another member of the DCC
i think this guy was asleep with his eyes open, when i stumbled upon him. the shiny around his neck caught my eyes. i love religious iconography especially when translated into style.
me + silver rosary = wine.dine.swooning.
points of interest: the classic white tee mixed devilishly with perfectly worn blue jeans, silver rosary from South America, oops.damn.red shoes (DCC)
once again, someone turned the photographer into the subject. damn.
the totally tubular party kid decided i should have my outfit photographed as well. damn. it. all. to. hell.
points of interest: my authentic Metallica t-shirt circa Value Village, shhhh! shiny tights, my red boots (DCC!)
the guys in the back look so deftly amused; their faces might freeze that way.
what.the.fuck. Are.you.looking.at? oh, maybe it’s my red boots. so lovely.
speaking of shoes. we should always speak of shoes. and occasionally i can photograph said shoes and glorify them. worship them. obey them.
I I I I I
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
HIGH TOP HIGH TOP HIGH TOP HIGH TOP HIGH TOP
SNEAKERS SNEAKERS SNEAKERS SNEAKERS SNEAKERS
ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT
the pool of drool that collected underneath my gaping mouth was so unsightly after seeing all these seriously amazing shoes. i was ready to pitch my stilettos to the wind and grovel at the soles of these awesome creations from Creative Recreation
. nom nom nom nom.
Corkboard, black asphalt, shiny lame oh my. oh my.
there will be more. the moves that know?show knew were sick. and not like the icky cough cough sick.
part deux up soon after this short intermission…