Before I get into this short post, I just need to state that the only reason
why this post is even going to exist on the interweb, as the older generations
say, is because I just fell in love. With the item in question and its owner.
So last Thursday (Thursday, 15 March 2012) I was
in town doing some stuff, collecting information and shooting photographs and I
decided to go have a quick drink and recap my day at Neighbourhood on Long
Street. Little did I know I would meet creatures weirder and more beautiful
than I. Without wasting much space, I met a music producer, a hip-hop artist, a
photographer, two new waitresses, a newly separated fiancé, a white girl with a
wolf tattoo, a hobo with an LV bag and my favourite person at Neighbourhood,
Keisha.
And then there was her. She had the coolest
jacket on. It was like Joseph’s technicoloured dream coat, only fast forward a
millennia and you have an edgy modern take on something so ancient. It was so
warm, bright and uber cool. I just had to get one. And she wasn’t alone. She
was with friends, beautiful and fashionable. I wanted them all to be my new
fag-hags. Anyway, bottom line is her jacket is hot and that’s the only reason
why this post exists, otherwise I wouldn’t have bored you with what happened
last Thursday. Which includes me losing another phone.
PS Her grandmother made her jacket. Can I get an amen
up in here.
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