N. 12th Street, Philadelphia, caught by surprise
I stopped to take a picture of Tweed Restaurant to send to my good friend, nicknamed Agent Tweed for reasons I won’t go into here (suffice it to say someone else was named… Continue reading
I stopped to take a picture of Tweed Restaurant to send to my good friend, nicknamed Agent Tweed for reasons I won’t go into here (suffice it to say someone else was named… Continue reading
My dear friend was just off to Ecstatic Dance so I snapped this shot of him. Epitome, I’d say, of one strain of men’s conscious dance attire. The other strain involves button down… Continue reading
Hats, like feathers, aren’t just for the fur and feather mafia anymore. First, Whole Foods started selling Livity hats, then Goorin Brothers opened on College, and soon everyone was wearing fedoras. I mean… Continue reading
I have never been one to consider a car a tool, which is likely why I have now been brought to tears three times as I get my little Cabriolet ready to sell.… Continue reading