Houndstooth update: I’m in Nashville right now, and last night at a bar I saw a girl with a houndstooth coat (the pattern was huge on it, too), and I almost fought my way to her to photograph it for you. Alas, she escaped.
Yeah! This is what I’m talking about!! I’m going to go clean out my closets. I must have 50 pairs of houndstooth pants in there! I’ve haven’t looked at the pattern this closely since the 80’s. You know, late night, after work, experimenting.
Fie! For me it’s seersucker or nothing!
Forsooth, it tis houndstooth!
Zounds, you insolent puppy!
Looks like dancing little men.
Gadzooks!
But what’s he wearing underneath?
That makes my eyes feel hurty.
I love houndstooth, but not dog breath.
You need to warn people. I thought I was having a flashback to the days when I was a wee lad wandering the lowlands in Scotland.
That pattern gives me seizures.
Sweet!
Don’t you wonder why it’s not called “Houndsteeth“?
Houndstooth?
Dog breath!
Houndstooth update: I’m in Nashville right now, and last night at a bar I saw a girl with a houndstooth coat (the pattern was huge on it, too), and I almost fought my way to her to photograph it for you. Alas, she escaped.
Yeah! This is what I’m talking about!! I’m going to go clean out my closets. I must have 50 pairs of houndstooth pants in there! I’ve haven’t looked at the pattern this closely since the 80’s. You know, late night, after work, experimenting.