Guess it Runs in The Family.

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Photobucket

Once upon a time, my parents were very, very well dressed. My father in particular, was the kind of guy who wore aviator Raybans, well pressed & immaculate polos, acid wash jeans with casual sneakers and a giant 'fro on his head. He was also so very enviously skinny. Think Bryan-Boy-skinny...or maybe, skinny-enough-for-me-to-wear-those-clothes-skinny.

If only he kept his Raybans-collection; or perhaps that blindingly white blazer? No, maybe his acid wash jeans and perfectly beat-up sneakers?

Oh, I wish.

0 comments:

Post a comment on: Guess it Runs in The Family.