Ironic Endings

Today on UZ (its a work in progress and not a miscalculated reference to the deterioration of the ozone), we find irony as it applicable to my current choice in attire. The art of blending in is proposed in the form of none other than a mildly entertaining anecdote.


Once upon a time, I was subject to the attendance of an art fair in a neighboring city by my lovely mother. It was late/early fall and with the current state of the atmosphere in my favor, it seemed reasonable to wear a newly purchased camouflage jacket for a similarly reasonable price. While casually strolling through the park entertaining myself with homemade jewelry and abstract porn-like paintings, I noticed a man sporting a similar coat in a more digitzed shade pass me by. I appreciated his full on commit to the outfit in a likely pair of cameo pants, timberland's dark sunglasses an cleanly shaven head. He looked like a straight up GI-Joe action figure, however, thought not much of it and continued traversing the park in admiration. While waiting in line for a corn dog, which I now regret purchasing, I noticed a few more civilians almost exact replicas of the man I had previously seen. I commented to my mom remarking on the fact yet traversed dutifully. After the very much inedible piece of "food" known as the corn dog, a quick trip to the portable bathrooms proved inevitable. Upon arrival to the bathroom I was met by a congregation of young men and women fully clothed in camouflage pants jackets and boots, identical to to my own jacket purchased at a vintage store the previous week.

To say they least I was mortified, a feeling that proved acceptable in this instance as I had chosen to publicly display my allegiance to this great nation in the unconventional form of a camouflage jacket. 

I conclude by provoking you, yourself to analyze the irony in this dilemma, go for it.

Nothing, well in the end I find it intriguing the fact that the strategic placement of varying resolutions of green was capable of inciting the idea of blending in when in my instance the reverse is provided reality. I guess the story wasn't as psychologically endearing as I had hoped,but, I had achieved something relative of an epiphany stating: an cheesy anecdote is never effective in an attempt to introduce a conversational article of clothing...

Lucky sweater, H&M trousers, thrifted cameo jacket, Comme des Garcons play converse, target sunnies


Fin (can I just say, I have yet to feel this swaggy in my life)