I have some fascinating clothing combinations to share with you from the streets of Fuengirola. But there are three in particular that are so perfectly uncoordinatedly coordinated that I wouldn’t do them justice if I distracted you with any of the others. (Especially since I find them each distracting enough.)
When it came to flash (or maybe I mean “clash”), my grandfather (click here) had nothing on these guys.
(Click the image and go mad for plaid.)
|TARTANS FROM SOME SCOTTISH CLANS, PERHAPS?|
Speaking of [The] Clash…