The Sartorialist: Lunch For 25
This is one of those times I would have loved to be a man. The style that emanates from them is exceptional.
The Sober Alcoholic
I've always remembered the names of strange people. The man wearing the plastic bags screaming about socialism is Gary. You always forget the names of people without substance. 
A collection of sorts is what I'd call this blog. A place for me to clear my head, while also being a place to keep some of my favorite things. I do not take credit for any of the photographs unless otherwise stated.
