Horizontal Stripes: Do’s and Don’ts

I will be the first to admit that I am not exactly a fashionable guy.  I'm a person that keeps identical copies of the same (usually black in color) outfit for efficiency's sake.

There is however, one thing I do know.  The slender guy on the left can pull off horizontal stripes, the hefty gentleman on the right, cannot.  As a man who is somewhat circumferentially challenged, the fact that horizontal stripes add multiple reference points to your unflattering curves is instinctual.  Then again, the sweat pants is highly indicative that he probably doesn't, in fact, give a shit.

 

If you are that person that wears horizontal stripes and shouldn’t and you still choose to ignore my plea, have a dose of color inversion.

Yeah, thought so.

Live on Cacti

Meet the only member of the Cactaceae family that is native to Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

MTA Safety Campaign v2?

Taken on a indistinct brick wall in Greenpoint...

Skyline behind the Sign

Midtown Manhattan skyline in the distance from when Greenpoint border Williamsburg in Brooklyn.

Bayside, But Not Bayside....Gated Community, But Not a Gated Community

Taken near the waterfront near the Greenpoint/Williamsburg border.

Greenpoint Winter Flashback

There may not be snow on the ground this time around, but it feels just as cold. Taken from Greenpoint Avenue in Brooklyn.

You Be the Sun

As fun as it would be to be a large ball of fusion reactions, if I were the sun, I would kill everything and everyone in my presence. And while I'm being completely literal here, I can't seem to place this quote with Gandhi. If anyone can confirm my (in)correctness I would be much appreciative!

Behind the Lines

There were some cracks being passed in the Flickr universe of this photo giving off an Escape from New York vibe.  Well, if that’s the case, then here’s to you Snake Plissken!

The Dogs of Winter

Cry snow buried trash...Cry blackish-brown slush...Cry opportunistic rodents...And let slip the dogs of winter.

Taken near Rivington and Bowery in Manhattan.

The thin and lame Shakespeare-ian allusion I just dropped is much funnier with beer, and lots of it, which by the way, is available at the small white shop front and center.  To gain access to your foamy, alcoholic comedic appreciation aid, just navigate around the minivan sized, mound of black snow…

Taken on Greenpoint Avenue in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.