Czechmate.

Much has happened and I haven't written about it. Originally, my plan was to write about seeing Mrs. Obama speak live, but as I have a tendency not to like to stand waiting for things, ever, I dodged the queue and left prematurely to go be a human catapult (more on that eventually, maybe). Hence, I stood deprived of a blog topic, until browsing online brought up an old photoshoot by Michael Thompson called Czechmate. I am not extremely into fashion, mostly because I tend to refuse to buy things. Today I spent an hour and a half searching for pants to no avail, and it was not a trendy, glamourous experience. However, sometimes there is that undefinable element of je ne sais quoi that cannot be bought at a department store which to me validates the art of dressing oneself. I think this photoseries exemplifies it. Also, being Czech, the little references add a bit of authenticity to it. I'm not going to put all of it up, but here are a few photos:











Tastes differ, of course, and the annoying white margins detract from some of these, but, at the risk of sounding frivolous, I think these are aesthetically perfect.