We just can’t:

However, I am late in posting this.  I was going to post it yesterday, but the sleep monster caught me and took me away.  I think the readers of this blog need to appreciate the fact of how hard I work to maintain this here blog.  And how I take my camera to the opening of any and all envelope.  Any envelope, no matter how large or small, Wrong Side of the Camera will be there, to cover it.

Open this envelope:

As you guessed it, this envelope involved pillows.  Lots of them, actually fighting with said pillows, quite a lot.  I was hoping for flying feathers and insanity.  Instead people came dressed as Dr. Seuss characters, so that is good too.  There was pillow fighting however and it was enthusiastic:

No, not me:

Another thing I stole.  The original:

Please, I beg of you.  Don’t write to me and tell me that these photos symbolize freedom or the superiority of America or anything else.  I took the bottom one at a pillow fight.  I just though compositionally they were similar.  Perhaps Delacroix and I were equally brilliant (doubtful) but I just wanted to show they being compositionally similar, not content wise.  Here goes:

Lots of fashion below.  The best is yet to come:

And the best of the best:

I love fashion.  I eat that stuff up with a spoon.  Every month I search for the first copy of the new Vogue, flipping through the pages with a zeal I reserve for few other things.  Vogue is a fantasy.  For them affordable pants are $300.  I prefer to remove a zero from that number.  They show handbags made from exotic skins.  I wait for the Target version.  Its all a fantasy, all a kind of a catalog. Long ago a friend asked if fashion magazines made me feel bad and I said no.  I treat it as sort of a catalog.  I look, I see what I like, I copy.

Fashion inherently involves some kind of talent.  Long ago I realized that I take photos because I can’t draw.  Now that also extends to fashion design, which is also fine for me.  I like clothes, but I don’t need to design them.  Daily fashion blogs like the Sartorialist, have entered to entertain people like me with what average people were.  Some extremely elite people, but sorta regular people in the grand scheme of things.

I have this blog and little time for anything else, so I don’t think I could start some kind of a Sartorialist kind of a blog.  I mean there already is one, so why would I make another?  Besides, I know tweeds and khakis are dandy together.  What I’d start is a blog where I chronicled the really interesting stuff people wear.  I mean the really interesting stuff.  Like the following:

Now this was not a fashion show.  This is what people wore to the annual, round the world pillow fight that happened today in Cambridge.  For Googling purposes “boston pillow fight April 2.”  Standing there in the midst of all of this it hit me — every public event I attend in Boston, people are wearing costumes.  I think they will use any excuse to take the horse mask out of their closet or wear their banana suit.  I don’t really understand it, but as long as they want to be photographed, fine by me.

April snows probably bring a swarm of angry locusts or Satan running through the park.  We’ll just have to see.  In the meantime, let’s enjoy some photos:

But a third blue completes the set:

God, I love skiing.  I think I’ve been sad that winter is over, something I never thought I’d say.  I mean ski season is over and I have to wait for next year and this was a huge surprise that I love the skiing so.  Now I can just fantasy shop for cute ski clothes and wait for December.  And for the day I can do things like this: