Monday, August 31, 2009

A' the game

A'ja, an eighth grader, is joie de vivre personified. I must say a young woman celebrating her own style is like a refreshing jolt of Blenheim's Old #3 on a hot southern August day.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Leslie....Hip Wa Zee

One of the better aspects of owning a vintage clothing store, I would suppose, is getting first dibs. The proprietress of Hip Wa Zee in Five Points floated through the room in this light-as-air number. I've been told Leslie's dress is actually a 1960s nightgown. If true, then this strikes me as the proper way to sport your nighties in public.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Mystery Man....701 Whaley

I'm sorry you can't see him with the top hat on, but with or without, he cuts a striking figure. I spied the gentleman this evening at a 701 Whaley performance but didn't catch his name. Any idea who he might be?

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Jana & Elizabeth....Forest Hills

A mum and daughter on a summer evening, enjoying a swing under the old oak tree. First I mopped the perspiration from my eyes. Then I trespassed on their green lawn long enough to introduce myself. I had to make certain that I was not seeing a Norman Rockwell mirage created by extreme humidity and one quaff too many of lemonade.

Upon closer inspection, I determined that both were quite real, and that Jana's navy blue and white ensemble was set off with a bit of un-Rockwellian flair.
I like this multi-coloured belt. It adds pizazz, gives traditional a bit of a twist. I said as much, and (as I've found Southern women are wont to do) Jana confided her belt was quite the bargain. "I bought it at an outlet in North Carolina that tends to cater to older women," she said, with an almost-apologetic smile.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Tammie....Brilliant Blue

I was so startled by the blue of Tammie's eyes, intensified by her shirt, that I forgot about my wine. Lucky for me, my eyes did not have the same effect on her; she managed to send me on my way, a French pinot noir and a picquepoul blanc in hand.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Heather....Lady Street

I've a deep suspicion that attractive women are laughing at me, not with me. Oh well, I suppose it could be worse; they could all burst into tears.

Heather is as cheery as her kelly green bag, perhaps more so today she tells me, because it's wear-jeans-to-work Friday at her office. And she's gracious, pausing after lunch to allow an old man to take a photo "for his blog." Even as I ask I fear: will this be interpreted as the new "would you like to see my etchings?"

Indeed, I only risk humiliation for science, dear ladies on Lady Street--please believe me!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Lawrence....Old Shandon

Lawrence's green box, hard-working braces (note the bit of cardboard on the left, helping to hold them in place), and his cheery wave caught my eye.

When I ventured over to chat with the gentleman, he wanted to show me his phones.
It seems Lawrence has just received a newfangled phone from his employer. He can use it, he tells me, to take a photo of me. Horrors! But despite its fancy features, he's still holding on to the salt-encrusted, sandy item below....and not just for environmental reasons.
When Lawrence was lost at sea earlier this summer, said salty phone saved his life. "They used GPS to track me to this phone," he says. He credits the Coast Guard with a fine rescue and blames his son-in-law for putting him in danger. "I'll never go out on a boat with him again, you can bet on that," Lawrence says. And the phone, which still works? "With me for life."

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Defying Humidity....Shades of Green

Perhaps I was having an Ebenezer Scrooge moment. Perhaps the Ghost of Summer Yet to Come had, in fact, brought me here to glimpse impending hell. It was surely hot enough. And there were hundreds of little demons whirling over every square inch of the premises.

Then, like a messenger from heaven, this woman appeared, a study in greens and white. Crisp, cool, calm--she gave me reason to hope that I might not, in fact, have died and gone to Hades. That I might, in fact, have been led against my will to someplace slightly less ghastly--family night at Edventure Children's Museum.

Bless you, angel in green. And a bit of advice for you, dear reader: careful what you wager when you make a bet with an 8-year-old neighbour.

Saturday, August 8, 2009 August

I interrupted May's work day so that I could capture a shot of her colour block skirt. She tells me she bought it at a trunk show. It's part of the Etcetera line (which it turns out, has a Columbia connection). After instructing me on where to stand with my camera and chastising me for taking so long to follow orders, May, at last, gives me a smile. Shall I call this "Mondrian meets Mona Lisa"?

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Travelers....Columbia Airport

A little bird told me (a stylish young lady I know tweeted, actually) that she was on a flight with an adult wearing pyjama pants. True, I have lovely pyjamas and you may as well. And of course, variety does keep my work interesting. Still...I'm not sure why it's so difficult for some people to wear grown-up clothing when they fly. Above, you see a darling (and so appealingly shy) young woman, wearing a simple wrap around sweater and jeans.
Nothing too constricting, dear reader, nothing that permits her to maneuver her baggage, nap, and what not....yet clothing intended for public consumption.
And here, a young man in an actual shirt, pants, and shoes looking as if he did, in fact, dress to meet the world after tossing the covers back. He, too, seems quite comfortable....
...just as comfortable as this chap, who might well have been in the midst of power-laundering his boat when he realized, "criminy jickets, I have a flight to catch." We've all been there, no?

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Mary Kay & Bella....Dallas

One ponders what mad science might result from crossing Dolly Parton with Wednesday Addams. (One likely outcome: Elvira)

I very nearly got to experience the phenomenon on a Friday night in Dallas, when a Mary Kay Cosmetics Convention and TwiCon (a conference for fans of the Twilight series) came together in my hotel during a raging lightning storm.

I believe the pretty young lady on the left is a Mary Kay, the lovely one on the right a would-be Bella. But perhaps, dear reader, I have confused them. There was so much (literal) electricity in the air, anything is possible, particularly when one is wearing a pacemaker.

Please allow me to tip my ten gallon chapeau to Texas, where to my delight, I always find the boots pointy, the hairdos sufficiently large, and the people extraordinarily friendly. It was my good fortune to be in Dallas to present my paper "The Cowboy Boot Factor in Modern Politics," might I add, to a sympathetic audience.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Tom....Life of the Party

Dare I ask: how does one get to be "that guy"? Tom, modest to a fault, isn't sure what I mean....the very essence of je ne sais quoi, non?

Do the jeans help somehow, I ask, desperate to acquire a pair if they do. The glasses? ("Ray-Bans. I hate to admit it, but I got them at LensCrafters. They make it so easy, " Tom says.)

Then a glance down at the shoes. Ah yes, of course. Silly fashion anthropologist.

I should have known. Metallic loafers.

Tom bought them in New York. "They're almost worn out," he demures. To which I say, get thee to a cobblery. Perhaps his charming personality, not the shoe, is the man's secret to success--but why risk it?