As it is Friday and as I am operating on the last remnants of my internal gas tank, my thoughts turned away from high minded science to more earthly things, names this month’s editions of Vogue and Allure.  Yes, there it is.  I am not the great intellect I claim to come across as.

I read Vogue on the way in.  Well, looked at the photos as you don’t read Vogue as much as glance through the pages at the words “grounded” “normal” and “no makeup” or whatever tripe is in their celebrity profiles, going straight to the photos.  And the photo are usually at least above average.  They did quite a nice job this month with an editorial featuring a model named “Arizona Muse.”  Vogue photos usually look like something out of the Sears catalog, but these were interesting.

Suddenly I looked up and said to myself “this looks like a fashion logo of some kind.”  Having the camera handy:

Doesn’t that look all high fashion and expensive?  Or was my perception affected by the perfume samples from the magazine combined with the lack of caffeine in my system at that moment?  One shall never know.

But what one knows for a fact is that I need to be amused at all times.  Or else I get bored and if I get bored I start pointing my cell phone at various people.  And pressing the picture making button.  Next to me this afternoon stood a man wearing a trench coat, some kind of chain around his neck, a safety pin as a ring and sunglasses blocking out the bright sunlight inside the green line train, whilst it was underground.  I snapped a quick surreptitious photo, before said subject asked if I took his photo.  Think brain, think think think FLATTERY.  Oh well, I did but I just like the way you look.  He said “you could have asked.”  And he actually obliged.  It ain’t Vogue, but neither is the Green line:

And there you have it.  Fashion.  Green Line.  Together, as good intended.