Inspired by “panthropologist” Moscerina, I continue my documentation of subjects in the wild.
It’s pretty easy to be stealthy in the urban jungle when you take a picture with your crappy cell phone camera like I do. I just pretend to be checking my messages while holding the phone steady like a camera. Do you think they’re catching on? I don’t. Not yet, anyways.
So check out dude in the yellow corduroys on my bus yesterday. Aw. I almost wanted to give him a big, bright, sunshine-y hug for his audacity in putting these pants on. Gotta love it. In fact I actually ended up sitting next to him on the bus, so I got to admire his heavy blue-ish tweed jacket too, in 70+ temps. God bless the man!
Then we have Mr. Blue Shoes. Kind of makes me want to start tap dancing and doing jazz hands or something.
Actually I think these would more accurately qualify for a red velvet “smoking jacket” ala Hugh Hefner. Even though they kind of look like fancy-shmancy Tods driving mocassins with all those lil’ cleats on the bottom. Posh.
Hey–tangent–do you know the real meaning of posh? I do. One of my British supervisors at an English-language school taught me. It means, supposedly:
‘Posh’ derives from the ‘port out, starboard home’ legend supposedly printed on tickets of passengers on P&O (Peninsula and Orient) passenger vessels that travelled between UK and India in the days of the Raj. Another version has it that PO and SH were scrawled on the steamer trunks used on the voyages, by seamen when allocating cabins. Britain and India are both in the northern hemisphere so the port (left-hand side) berths were mostly in the shade when travelling out (easterly) and the starboard ones when coming back. So the best and most expensive berths were POSH, hence the term.
But then this site goes on to say how that’s not true. So, whatever. Just another useless piece of trivia for you. Yeah, don’t mention it. I’m good for tons of crap like that. We writers are full of useless, trivial information, aren’t we?
But back to our pretty rainbow. Let’s round it out with the grand finale, the stealthily-captured red pants moment. Girl in red pants! Usually it’s men but this time we find a female specimen!
My poor, unsuspecting victims.
Go out and work your red pants magic! ‘Tis the season!
I am so proud of 1) your kickass title which gets the vibe of red panthropology 2) your continuing support of research into the world of men who wear red (i.e any color) pants. Perhaps one day these findings will make the world a better place.
Oh, I have no doubt. Right up there with a cure for world hunger. You know, it’s a tough job, but someone’s on it…
HA!
I think they all look very stylish Shelly. Bold color is very in this spring!
So…my computer was loading that first picture very slowly. I had the satisfaction of the Wait for it….wait for it…BLAM!!! Thanks for waking me up w/sunshine!!
Funny, how do you sneak those pictures in
I’m shameless and equipped with a crappy cell phone camera. It’s the perfect combination.
You are hysterically funny…. I love taking ‘spy’ photos when I’m in Italy…so amazed by what I see..but not surprised!
Hey thanks, I do what I can!!
I love American people, Have you ever visited the Lakes and Castles near Rome and the new Rainbow Magicland entertainment Park ? ciao da Alessandro
haaaaaaaa……………thats right about up there with all of the people who wear any and every color of the rainbow hair and styles that are “different/unique” for I just want to run up to them and say “Hey Thanks Alot because I really did need to see & laugh right about now”!!!!