Today I wore a teal dress featuring bows.  I guess that messes with anyone’s ideas that I am actually a big hairy dude.  Nope, not a dude.  A dress wearing lady.  No, I will not post a photo of the dress, nor myself in it, but try and imagine the secretary from Mad Men.  No, I don’t look like her, but I kinda dress like her.

I admit I have some kind of an undue fascination with all things old.  I used to think I belonged in another time.  I look for lack of a better word very purely ethnic.  I guess that makes me look retro and makes me tends towards the retro.  Retro in dress, retro in photographing style, like the following:

And I am totally not sure why, but first there was the lettering and now there is this:

Every place I have lived has something about it that I enjoy.  No matter how miserable a place makes me, I find something I really enjoy.  In Sweden, I loved how everything looked covered in snow.  In Copenhagen, it was the smell of the air in the fall.  In New York it was all the lights.  In Washington it was the feeling I was walking through something famous.

Now it was getting a little too À la recherche du temps perdu up in this piece, so let’s bring it back to the usual stuff that appears up here:

Stickers.  Yeah.  That’s what I said.  Stickers.  That’s what I love in Downtown Crossing, up Bahstan way.  Whoever decorates the area is some kind of genius.

Don’t you think?:

Just give yourself over to it:

Yes, elephant:

And then the pearl: