American Man Buns And More

It’s time for another installment of my man bun (and men’s buns) collection. I caught these during our travels around the United States in August and September.

(Click the images for enhanced buns. Go ahead, take a ‘crack’ at it.)

A MANNEQUIN AT NORDSTROM DEPARTMENT STORE, SEATTLE, WASHINGTON.
(JUDY PULLED THE JACKET DOWN AS WE PASSED. I PULLED IT BACK UP.)
CONEY ISLAND, NEW YORK; BALLARD AND DOWNTOWN SEATTLE, WASHINGTON;
 FLIGHT FROM MINNEAPOLIS TO NEW YORK; AIRTRAIN IN KENNEDY AIRPORT.
HE ROLLED OFF THE BOARDWALK AND HEADED HOME LIKE THAT!
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE ALL LOOKING AT;
I FOUND MY VIEW MUCH MORE INTERESTING.
PLUS, MAN AND WOMAN BUNS… AND BUNS.

Please Don’t Talk To The Lifeguard

I’m fine. Still not brilliant. Still not completely awful.

Yada yada yada. That’s all I’ll say about my mood.

Oh, except one more thing…

Am I ever grateful to San Geraldo for being my lifeguard (socorrista, in Spanish).

Speaking of lifeguards, I find the cultural differences between those in New York and those here in Fuengirola to be fascinating.

So, here are some Brighton Beach/Coney Island lifeguards and Fuengirola socorristas… for totally academic cultural-anthropological comparison, of course.

(Click any image for the bigger picture.)

CONEY ISLAND. 
BIKINIS AND BODIES-BEAUTIFUL STILL CLUSTER.
CONEY ISLAND LIFEGUARD SWINGING HIS WHISTLE.
A FRIENDLY WAVE FROM A FUENGIROLA SOCORRISTA.
FUENGIROLA SOCORRISTA ON PATROL.

Guess I’ll swim way out into the sea…