tommy forbes
Wooly
I have no idea why a coat without a body, topped by a hat without a head, hanging in front of a bank of fans, makes any sense at all. I only know that it does.
I’ll tell you a secret, which is that when I first started doing this—writing Front Page posts, that is—Greg told me never to overwrite them, never to let the text I placed next to the photograph call out for more attention than the photograph itself. But I’ll tell you another secret, which is that some days, I enjoy the words I put down just a little too much. I like to watch them dance.
This, being a day on which I have found a photograph that I absolutely adore, and discovered that nothing I have inside of my brain can possibly illuminate it more than simply looking at it does, is not one of those days. This is just a day on which I dare you not to smile at that hat, not to love all those circles and that marvelous collar and the dull sheen of that metal. It’s a day on which I’m telling my dancing words to put their feet up.
There are no feet in my shoes today, anyway.
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