So I know I’ve been neglecting this blog, but it’s the new year with new classes and just everything is coming at me. I hardly have time to wander the city and look for people like this, which is what I did before. Now, it has come down to depending on spontaneous moments like these where I just happen to have my camera with me.
This is at a Chapters, a very large book store with an upstairs study area and Starbucks. I was taking a break from my studying and went to look for a magazine. Then this boy almost bumped into me. He smelled like a BFI bin.
Okay, some people just smell, fine. But the clothes you wear, you can control. Let me remind you, this is Winnipeg, we get -40 degrees Celsius here. Why the fuck are you wearing swim trunks with an obnoxious pattern? Ratty green and white Puma’s aren’t so bad, but they look gross because you paired them with those shorts. I say “shorts” loosely because we all know those look like capri pants on your short legs. Also, if you inist on wearing shorts with runners, don’t wear high socks and scrunch them down as if you were trying to pass them off as ankle socks.
That jacket is too big for you. I know you want to follow the leather trend, but borrowing your dad’s jacket will make you look like a dwarf. Your hands don’t even come past the cuffs.
Augh! Those shorts! This is just so wrong! I wish I could have taken a picture beside him, so you would all know how short he was. I’m a midget and still, he was shorter than me. I could see the top of his greasy head. If you already don’t give a shit about the way you look, then just throw on a hobo toque and wear bottoms that don’t flatter your body at all.
Oups, halfway done.