Meet Mark, the manliest of all of photographers at Your Daily Camera.
Recently spotted in a quaint little hat at an all-women’s clothing swap.*
*That he had to photograph for work.
Two words sum up this style statement:
Good.
Sport.
Maybe most people who hit up this bowling alley on Tennyson Street can’t read.
Do you notice something(s) wrong with this sign?
As seen outside of Amante: I wish I were a John Deer bicycle
Talk about a fashion statement.
The best part about this bike is that the rider is not a tractor-driving hick, but rather from P.G. County, Washington, D.C., a pretty rought area not exactly known for its fields of wheat.
As seen in Prospect: Funny wedding juxtaposition
Notice anything fantastic about this photo?
I took this during a bridal shoot in Longmont’s Prospect subdivision.
As seen in a hardware store: An official duct tape wallet
The beauty of the duct tape wallet is that it is raw, rugged, random and kind of junky.
Then some business goes and makes an “official” one. I saw this at a hardware store in Denver. You can now buy a duct tape wallet for $5.99.
Or make one for about 8 cents.
Your choice.
As seen in Thornton: The barber shop
These styles are done by a Thornton-based barber whose name is Chito. He is quite attractive, so his nickname is Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.
Who says a buzz cut must be simple? These shave-jobs are hairy works of art.
We built this city…
I wouldn’t want this done to my hair, per se, but it entrances me, nonetheless.
Matches his tattoo.
AND the grand finale….
The dog.
As seen in the Daily Camera: Another questionable style decision
Note: I wore the fake tattoo sleeves out last night and had about 20 people ask if they were real. Huh? They don’t even look remotely believable. Anyhow.
Today, my questionable style decision involves a bandana. I woke up feeling a lot like Rosie the Riveter: empowered, motivated, tough, a bit feisty.
And this is what happened to me.
I thought it appropriately echoed my current rockabilly phase, but then a coworker told me I looked like Aunt Jemima.
Which is true.
Now instead of women power, I just want pancakes.
As seen in the Daily Camera: the opposite of a dickie
I’m not sure if this is a good idea or ridiculous.
My friend Vanessa bought me these fake tattoo sleeves from the dollar bin at Target, and I am wearing them today under a dress. Sort of the same concept as a long-sleeved printed shirt underneath, except these only go up to my shoulders. So far, no one seems to realize they are part of a costume.
Regardless, they were only $1 and definitely unique.
(Which is what people say to put a positive spin on “crazy.”)
