Cheers!
Every once in a blue moon the planets will align and a phenonmenon will help to define a nation: The Beatles, Elvis, Michael Jackson, Barack Obama, Coolio, Nickelback etc. etc.
and then this happened...
Ladies and Gents, I would like to introduce you to the man I lovingly named Mr. Spicy.
I first stumbled upon this rare and exotic creature waiting in line for the subway. I think the picture speaks volumes. Everyone around Mr. Spicy fades into the background as this red poly blend explosion steals the spotlight. From behind he looked like a very eccentrically dressed older woman. From the front a man who looks like a circus mixed with glitter, diamonds and muppets vomited all over him. I think what I appreciate most is his attention to detail: notice how his gloves are the same exact color of his suit. I silently stalked him on the subway for 10 minutes before I got the nerve to get my camera out. At first I was nervous, hiding behind girls with large racoon tails hanging off their bums to shield the direct glare from all the bling bling. Eventually I just started openly taking some snaps...let's face it...when one dresses like this perhaps they are craving a bit more attention, eh?
I'll have whatever he is having.
