Here is a style-missile. Ready to shake the sleepy,fleece decked,Adidas tracksuit wearing,fake Chanel and Louis Vuitton caring,Mcdonalds eating,cola drinking Mr.and Mrs.Small town …
Decked in green plaid kilt (I am guessing vintage),green socks,matching shoes and full gorgeous mane of blonde fabulousness,this man almost restored my faith, that even in a small town, there are still kindred spirits.
A Bloody Individualists, with a unique,all their own sense of style,who doesn’t need a big town to flourish, or validation from the masses to be crowned fashionable,hip and popular.
During our city walk,we spotted this vision on a window of a local eaterie, trying to sort these teddy bears in order.(May be the owner,may be a window dresser.)Fascinated with his style and personae, we begged him for a pic, and he readily agreed..
Like there is no tomorrow.
Some models could really learn a thing or two about being natural and camera-ready at a split millisecond.
Ready,steady,go…Just like that.
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E!!!! And then some….
And no.Our manikin is not picking his nose here.He just creates confusion,
tongue-in-cheek finger-on-nose style.
And I love how from every angle, you see and notice different things about him, the street and the environment.A every second changing,dynamic blend of ordinary and fascinating.
Attitude and kilt wearer.
”Age-what age?” and ”what are you looking at” messenger…
When you got it, you got it.
And that’s why I nominate him as a second nomination for a Street Fashion Hero/Icon -see first nomination here http://wp.me/p2iumO-ED