No, really. This guy is rocking his mom's badass Harley jacket. Or is it his badass mom's Harley jacket? Either way, I guess I wanna meet his mom. Apparently she dated with leather in mind because this is one of two biker jackets from her salad days as a rebel. Even with all this testosterone going on up top, I am just a-shiver over those exposed ankles.
Moving on...
It's official. This group of photos is part of my Yellow Period in which I explore User Error In Post-Modern America Through a Literary Technique Called BS.
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