Tuesday, June 25, 2013


Somehow,  despite the stealth camo cardigan,  I detected this woman amongst the track fans at Drake stadium.  Was it the pink-pink-my-watch-is-pink,  or the custom Nikes developed with a chroma-crushing machine that smooshes color particles together under very high pressure such that the resulting volatile suspension has a half life?  Or was it the fact that,  even though she's swaddled neck to toe,  she is not wearing sweat swags that speak to a loss of one quarter of her total body weight like I everyone else was.
Because I didn't see enough swooshes over the weekend,  put on your post-retinal surgery glasses and have a gander at these kicks.

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