Posted on May 25, 2010
continent or the whole world; epidemic over a large area.
Over the past few weeks of keeping my eye on the prize, I’ve learned a few things. Red pants have no limitations- small children are forced into a pair just as willing adult males will wear them in any social environment and in any city. I imagine there are even red pants for grape picking and mozzarella making. Oddly, Roman taxi drivers do not own a single pair of colored pants– perhaps jeans are their uniform of choice? Red pants travel in packs. Once one walks by, he will immediately be followed by a gaggle of red pant variants. Red pants are contagious- if you have never noticed them before, you won’t be able to stop noticing them once introduced to the cult. Ask any Roman taxi driver– apres moi, they are now on the hunt for red pants. It’s Pavolovian.
May 23, Piazza di Spagna Rome
Look: Best Team Effort (note red ensemble)
May 23, Ara Pacis, Rome
Honorable Mention: coordinated arm/leg lift is divine (must zoom)