Army inspired clothing is really the best for making even the most straight-cut of people look like they’re maybe in the midst of a Kerouac style journey. Although that might just be me trying to reign in my wanderlust fantasy again. These were taken just off the Hollywood strip in front of an apartment building that shares my last name and was surrounded by the kind of people who make you confused about whether they’re crazy in a “hearing the voice of god through transistor radios” kind of way or fallen superstars from the golden years. Hollywood Blvd. really is the kind of place that makes you feel normal in the extreme despite the fact that you wear beanies with cat years on them on non-Halloween days and can’t fall asleep unless you’re eating cereal and sometimes forget not only the day and month but the year as well. I guess its just that crazy mixture of normalcy and pure insanity that makes fanny-packing tourists flock here by the thousands. Don’t you think? But on a more personal level, my dad came down to visit this weekend and, while wandering around those alley-ways that make you love this city more powerfully than you ever thought you could feel about a place and also a little like you’re going to get mugged any second, we stumbled across what I can honestly say was the most amazing flea market I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen my share of flea markets. I picked up a half-assed tie-dye shirt cut at a somewhat cropped length and several Cosby-esque sweaters, a style of knitwear that I just can’t ever get enough of. Thinking I might need an infinite number of them.