I hadn’t noticed that the sign in this photo said “Dress Code?” on it in big letters when I took it. But oddly it ended up right next to this…
It’s the totally bonkers dress code from Miyagi’s in LA. No Plain Tshirts – holy fuck! And what’s wrong with velour. My grandma used to buy me velour tops and she was no gangsta.
Are the proximity of these photos merely a co-incidence, or had I been hypnotised in some kind of freaky David Blaine / Derren Brown photographic experiment? I feel abused.