And lots of green.

Green Monsters:

Please give this man his chicken and his waffles:

There’s one right here.  He’s up to no good, like all gnomes:

Spandex catsuit edition.  Actually, Spandex in general edition.

Spandex costumes in general, on a hot Boston day, must be really in vogue right now.  I saw three different examples of them, from the somewhat normal to the completely insane.

I always try to channel Bill Cunningham in these Boston Fashion Files, but he seems to speak eloquently about the return of floral patterns or the vogue for black on the streets of New York.

Bostonians, well, Bostonians zip up that spandex catsuit and head out the door and there is nothing else to it.

First, this enterprising Bostonian, who was trying to get in on the Wahlbergs fame and fortune:

There he is, the tenth Wahlberg, in full Spandex, trying get in on the free burger action.

Next up, we have, uh, we have, no I will let the photo do the talking here:

I guess he is there to remind me which arteries exactly I am clogging by having the Wahlburger.  I guess.

And third, a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis.  No, actually a fashion trend I hope will catch on soon.  Boston Fashion File is always on the look out for the newest in fashion and style trends.  I am predicting right now that this will be a trend for fall.  Forget “are skirts important?”  Just forget it:

Growing up, I knew one thing for sure.  I hated the New Kids on the Block and anything or anyone associated with that group.  They didn’t write their own music, they didn’t play instruments.  The synchronized stupid dance movements.  The idiotic songs.  The fact that everyone in a ring of hell called “the seventh grade wing” carried a book cover with their stupid image on it.  No way I was EVER going to like those guys.

Now I live in Boston and a funny thing has happened.  The guys from New Kids on the Block live in Boston, at least some of them and their relatives are around here and very active in the community.  Joey McIntyre runs the Boston Marathon every year to support his mother, who has Alzheimer disease.  I saw him perform a couple of years ago at the Boston Christmas tree lighting and he was pretty good.  He was joined on stage by his fellow New Kids, guys that I swore I would hate forever.

And then the Wahlbergs.  Donnie Wahlberg was the fake bad kid in the band with the brother who did some kind of cheesy rap.  No way I was going to like those guys.  No way.  So why was it that I stood in line today for over two hours to get a free hamburger cooked by one Wahlberg, while accepting a water from another?  Well, the Wahlbergs are actually trying to do something good for the city of their birth and upbringing and that to me is extremely cool.  They overall seem to be good Boston boys, bringing good cheer to a city I love dearly.  So I can say that I really don’t hate the New Kids anymore.  We’ve all grown up now.  Even me.

First up, Wahlberg One, Arthur Wahlberg, the oldest of the NINE Wahlbergs.  NINE.  The line to get to the bathroom in the morning must have been absolutely epic in their house growing up.  Mr. Wahlberg the Eldest was handing out water to the people waiting in the hot sun for Wahlberg hamburgers.  Wahlburgers, if you will.  Here he is:

He was very nice handing out the water and tatter tots to everyone.  The cooking Wahlberg, Paul, was equally nice.  I actually thanked him profusely for giving me my hamburger and he gave me a big smile when I took his photo today.  Thanks Paul Wahlberg for a yummy hamburger and for letting me take your photo:

That’s all you need to make a good photo.  There.  I gave away the secret:

Curve:

Line:

Today I came upon a structure in Boston that caused me to have a severe reaction.

I realized that it was so ugly and that I had never captured that ugliness on my camera.  Until now.

It was so gloriously ugly that the more I looked at it, the uglier it became.  Its like a pastiche of a thousand architectural elements mashed together in a blender.  And it reminded me of the town I lived in when I lived in Denmark.  Albertslund.  Ugly concrete.  Feels like home.

Let’s get ugly:

Don’t worry.  No extra fee for this:

Actually I was on the Codzilla when I took this.  And take my advice.  If you have never ridden the Codzilla, take a ride on it.  Not only do the tour guides point out the sewage treatment plant, they also make fun of the Evil Empire.  Did I mention you get wet?  Really wet.  It was a barrel of laughs.

Let’s go.  The Codzilla is going to get us!!!!

Well, one day I’ll get my jumbo jet overhead beach photo.  For now, these will have to do: