I spent some time at Whiterock Lake recently, contemplating life. . . that's right. I'm in an ongoing existential crisis. This is me considering life:While there, I realized that this is the car I want to be driving when Ben and I are old and going to the grocery store at 10 in the morning on a Saturday in our lightweight cotton woven pants, gray hair and hats. Much like the couple I saw driving it outside of Kroger. Groovin' through their lives in the Wagoneer.
And with my current obsession with men's fashion - this was my recent Sartorialist moment that (again, while at the lake) I realized I want to have more of. I was in Portland working at the Dew Tour, and saw this very chic, easy-cool guy. I stopped him and asked to take his picture to show his style to my husband (and blog community). He said yes and struck this pose. Turns out he lives in Portland and manages all of Nike's global endorsements. Yep. Big-wig Nike exec. Well. . . he's got style while doing it. But - in another moment of clarity - I don't want to be a Nike exec.