Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The era of low-rise jeans.

As the Latins once exclaimed, "O tempore, o mores!" Oh the times, oh the customs.

A la mode today are jeans cut, as my fictional Yiddishe mama would say, so they fit just below your pupik. I'm not a prude, a figure out of a Grant Wood painting. But I don't like this. And I'll tell you why.

I am shooting today. And shooting involves a crew and a bunch of people bending over and hammering or taping or doing something else that involves bending.

It was ever thus. But these days there's a problem.

Everytime someone bends over, the whole would can see their butt crack. And frankly, I'm not that into butt cracks even when they're the cracks of the beautiful people.


newfriendjill said...

I couldn't help but notice the profound effect those butt cracks had on your ability to spell.

geo said...