round in suburbia

A clichéd visual assault of gingham was bound to take place sooner or later, though another weekend in an undisclosed suburbs complex sort of sped up that process. I might have already made a summer nest here, so I might as well accept the natural vibes...that means the aforementioned cliché but in overload mode. Albeit, I'll work on achieving some level of fresh perspective. Thankfully, plenty of time was allotted for seeing how men are fairing against the more ordinary womenswear weeks of the year (what with London's Spring menswear in high gear), which posed a meek amount of influence on the stonewall grass setting shown below. The corny quotient is reaching dangerous levels right about now.

 (f21 shirt)

Despite the dive into picnic-table wear, no guilt is being felt on my part for the choice of garb. Here I go with the medieval jargon... My point is that considering my sartorial senses are somewhat crippled during this time of the year, the whole navy shtick rings true to previous moments of clairvoyance. I'm expecting the visions to prove themselves creepily factual in the coming months. Here's hoping.