Friday, July 31, 2009

Headbands ARE back.

It's all there in black & white.
Va-va-va-VROOM!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Kool Katz

Krazy Daddio, Krazy.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

ROUGH day at work.

Those paper shredders can be vicious, can't they?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Palazzo pants. . .

. . . only worked on Gumby.
(nice "jazz shoulders" action, though)

Monday, July 27, 2009

Big Brother is Paranoid

How many "safety" cams does the city need on their own vans? Creepy.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Restaurant innovation...

...putting the menu on the server's t-shirt? "eat me, i'm organic"

anyone wanna taste?

Friday, July 24, 2009

Exactly when is it...

...one wakes up and decides to choose a hair color not found in nature?

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Ready to rumble?

Street fight? Looks like Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Mr. Roarke & Tattoo to me.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

WOMAN OVERBOARD!

But no need to throw her a life preserver. . . those shoes can be used as a floatation device.

Water wingtips or maybe water pumps?

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

One more cowgirl...

Sarah Jessica Parker?
Sally Jesse Raphael?
It's the big red glasses that confused me.

Monday, July 20, 2009

I got chills...

...'cuz they're multiplyin'! Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be cowgirls.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Recession woes...

Another sign of the hard economic times? Or just lost in translation?

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Xanadu...or Xanax?

Running back to the 80's or still running away from them?
And are headbands really back? yikes.

Friday, July 17, 2009

"Don't you sometimes hate yourself?"

"There's nothing tragic about being 50. Not unless you are trying to be 25."
Joe Gillis, Sunset Boulevard-1950

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Project Run-A-Way

someone's done run-a-way with their mirror.
Jethro. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . yer out.
auf wiedershen

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

I Got Sunshine...

...or a bad hair day.
yikes.
(the red tee shirt is amusing though..."learning our ABC's one bar at a time")

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Cinderella this isn't...

Location: Broadway & Surf
Time: 7:45am Saturday
Victim: unidentified
Exactly how does this happen? How does someone lose a shoe without knowing or caring? OK - I wouldn't really care if I lost THIS shoe either, but regardless of it's ugliness...the circumstances intrigue me.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Coming to America...

...and this "prince" had his entourage of one.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Over Accessorized

It isn't necessary that your car match your outfit.
(yes - this is his car...he moved it 3 times to get it parked)

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Paper or Plastic?

This one just made me smile.
An environmentally friendly bag lady?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Remember DoodleArt Posters from the 70's?

Well, here is the 21st Century version...LIVE.
Someone call Sharpie - we're gonna need more markers in here!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Pretty in pink (almost)

...and he brought his Mom, how nice. But why did she let him leave the house without his pants?

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Why?

a. He ran out of money?
b. He really pissed off his stylist?
c. He owns a poodle? (the dog/owner thing)
...i just don't get it.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Pet peeve...

...no socks with sandals - EVER!

Saturday, July 4, 2009

A B C...easy as 1 2 3...

but maybe not so easy for the CTA?
And we wonder how they can be out of money?

(this is welded into the steel...not graffiti)

Friday, July 3, 2009

"Under Penalty of Law" . . .

...applies to removing tags from pillows & mattresses - but not skimpy swim suits.
Please, don't let friends dance "tagged".

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Mystery solved...

A local Tarot Card Reader reported a break-in and robbery last week.
I think I found her tablecloth.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

They are not afraid...are you?

The banner behind this pair made me think...
  1. Yes, I am afraid of her incredibly shrinking clothes.
  2. Yes, I am afraid there's no blonde hair dye left in the world.
  3. but mostly...yes, I am afraid that tiny, thin thread of string is going to snap any moment now....

Old Dogs, New Tricks?

It seems as though the daytime version of our favorite evening passion-pit pub is the gym. The one place where many of us go to improve our appearance, lose a few of those extra late night binge pizza pounds and, yes, for a few - even try to improve the health & well-being of our massively over-stressed bodies. What is it that makes us think the "Knight in Shining Armor" is really that guy across the ripe smelling room lifting enough weight to crush a SmartCar? Are we really so optimistic that we believe we are attractive when dripping with sweat and our once nice fitting tee shirt that's now coldly clinging to, and sagging against, those same body parts we are trying to improve? Added to the aforementioned visual sense is the foray of unusual odors our bodies amazingly emit when pushed beyond the capacity normally reserved for working farm animals. Now - is someone REALLY that confident? Or are we just that desperate? Take, for example, Mr. SF. No, I am not refering to some god-like image, golden brown to perfection like the turkey we would rather be home eating in front of the television. He is also not from San Francisco. Mr. SF earned his title quite honestly but in a somewhat revolting manner. He has Stinking Feet. Vile, putrid, fuming fetid feet. Now I am not talking about just some average end-of-the-day "Hey, I've been on my feet all day" aroma. The locker room air turns pungently green when he passes through. This comes, in my opinion, from repeatedly wearing (with no socks of any kind) canvas gym shoes that should have been tossed away the second summer when the well-known classic designer introduced his newest version on the fashion runways. And what can possibly be comfortable against the naked skin about the interior of footwear designed for strenuous activity? I, for one, prefer to go through life without raw-rubbed heels and blistered toes. When one day I had the unfortunate experience of using a locker near his, I made a mental note to throw an extra pair of new socks into my gym bag. Maybe I'll find the chance to slip them into his fuming locker or bag as a hint. But this hygene issue is not really my point. SF spends more time at the gym than most bulging body builders, and, in the last several years shows no sign of six-pack abs or firmer flab. The reason? The gym-cruise. SF makes the rounds of this rather large, multi-level facility no fewer than five times during the course of this author's typical 75 minute workout. The gym is the cruise bar of the Millenium. While I am pursuing respectable biceps that will no longer force my arms into long sleeves in the heat of summer, SF is pursuing everything else. And he is not alone. One miscalculated, painful return glance to any predator can immediately warrant a ten minute pursuit (complete with mock exercises) through the jungle of machines, treadmills and free weights. If that energy of the chase was directed toward the nearest bench press or barbell, we all might just see fewer infomercials for the latest get-fit-quick home fitness scams. Would that be a bad thing? I think it's a win-win. Look, it's challenging enough just to get through three sets of reps on several machines before wheezing my way back to my locker. We don't need the added pressure of being scoped out as a potential "Knight for the night" by SF and find that when we gasp for air, it has all the flavor and consistency of smoldering rotten eggs. Don't the SF's of the world get the fact that most people are there do get the job done and get out, moving on to more pleasurable experiences of the day? Hey - like maybe shopping for new gym shoes?! Or, are more people actually going to the gym looking for the sweaty, smelly Knight who can lift that white horse above their head, complete with the equestrian scent? I may not find the answers to those questions during the next spin class. Well, mainly because I don't take a spin class. But for now, I can breathe easier knowing that while walking down Michigan Avenue last weekend, I spotted SF handing a shop girl his American Express card. He hasn't found his White Knight, but he has managed to find a pair of brand spankin' new white Nikes. But...I'm keeping those extra socks in my gym bag...just in case.