Virtual Flaneurism

I just spotted this sweater at a bar, and convinced the owner to trade me his sweater for my own with the promise of some cash in return.

Please do not ask how much I paid to be the owner of this most glorious of hipster shirts. I am glad for the purchase despite the expense. And, as always, I am willing to expend cash for a great, sweater-laden story.

Plus, this is the Lee Carvallo's Putting Challenge Sweater, I swear to god.

I have to wonder what Gmail spotted in my e-mails to make them think this advertisement was appropriate.

Really, Zac -- Jorts? I'm all "less is more" for you and clothing, but the last time I saw a cuffed hem on a pair of jean shorts I was directing roadies at a Lilith fair.

And I'm seriously confused by the new tattoo. Is that wheat? The spectral claw of Sauron? I know you're supposed to choose a tattoo to please yourself, but I can't believe that getting two blurry pigeon ass feathers scribbled on your bicep is giving you any emotional comfort.

Also, Brad Womack wants his hair back. God, I'm bitchy.

This video is the anti-melodic stillborn child of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and Miley Cyrus' buckteeth.

Saw this epic tee in the window of the consignment shop down the street. If only it were a men's tee...

You need to embiggen and check out these pinstripes.

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