thread & salt

somehow had a disposable camera in my possession a month or two ago while in nyc.

jace.
alex.
dillon.
girl from the street.
us: “where are you going?”
girl: “to have sex.”
us: “can we take a picture of you?”

time to step up the game. that coordination game, that match from head to toe game, that playing pictionary game, that game, the game, bandana game.

i really enjoy bananas, and bandanas. but a kid’s got to play it safe, pay note where notes due. somethings, i just let slide. gangs, you can have the blue & red, hell, you can even take the purple and gold but i’m timestamp/signature/copywrite/screenshot/trademark/allrightsreserved/chastity belt’ing white bandanas. use them however, whenever for whatever. i have a shred on my camera, in my shoes, on my keys, on my wrist, on my friend’s wrist, on my friend’s mom’s office assistant’s daughter’s wrist - these bandanas, they get around.

inexpensive, cross utilizable, won’t start a turf war and dapper as all danger.

jacket via levi’s
bandana via army navy
pencil via staples
shirt via club monaco
denim via rogue territory
socks via h&m
shoes via allen edmond

rip your shoes, scuff your clothes; wear whats intended to be worn. every mint condition toy is a childhood thief of fun.

back to the credibility. style posts. pose posts. drinks post post. postage. posted. actual post. kids gone postal.

photographs taken by alex

blazer via theory
scarf via grandma
gildan sweatshirt via army navy
denim shirt via h&m
denim via rogueterritory
shoes via to boot new york
socks via uniqlo

resolutions should be daily. never stop personal betterment.