I find it funny when the most innocuous of bodies dress themselves in 'gangsta' style. The askew, flat-billed cap. The droopy drawers. The gold chain. And then the grannie glasses and pre-pubescent face. And ubiquitous waistline bulge that comes from an excessively indulgent and slothful youth.
OK, there are more aggressive examples of "HipHop" style out there, but it was the very banality of the get-up that got my attention. One thing to be a young man trying to convince everybody you're "bad." Another to throw on this ensemble absentmindedly for a trip to Starbucks with the girlfriend. There's an unthinkingness here that hurts all of us.
I am the old man version of this.
Spotted in Victorville.
Just through the April Door. - We'll see if all my color dabbling/learning makes it into this piece. The dabbling and math for complements helped a bit. Sped me up. Took me as long to do ...