When you are taking part of a pair of pants from behind, it's time to go home. But here's the surreal part -- I insisted on documenting these pants because they were wonderfully 70s gold brocade. Where did the pink come from? I'm perplexed, and not in a good way. Is this the sort of thing that happens when you go out on a Tuesday night? No matter what color they appear, I like the textures of the coat she's holding and the pants. And now I'm going to close my eyes, and when I open them tomorrow I hope gold looks gold and not pink. |
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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