Tuesday, July 17, 2007

The Snazziest thing I saw today.

The other hot summer night at a casual outdoor event, I witnessed a brightly dressed gentleman. He was somewhere between Miami Vice and artsy-fartsy:

His whites were crisp and glowing. His hair had been intimate with peroxide. His true age (or his tanorexia) showed in his not so smooth orangy skin.

You've got to have some respect for a man who puts fashion about comfort and practicality. Right?

Right?

6 comments:

sarah george said...

i bet he was not drinking red wine in all his brightness...

starshrine said...

Tanorexia - that's a great term!

My blog is undergoing a metamorphosis of sorts, and should be back sometime soon. Boise is hot, and becoming homey. You could say I'm incubating a bit too. Your blog is such fun to read - I write about five mental comments for every actual one that I get around to posting!

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Heck yes. It's all about lookling good for the ladies.

B said...

LMAO @ "tanorexia"

good one!

Bl@ck Coffee said...

He should pay someone to walk behind him with a large purple background. It would give his outfit an extra punch just like your sweet drawing.

Missy said...

Ha! Thanks! That is what I was thinking when I drew it. Shine on white suit guy!