Hayley wore a look that I will call, "What you lookin' at Aztec?"
Let's take it to the streets. Yes, that drunk man in the background and I are wearing coordinating colors. Yes, we planned it that way.
Yes, there is a grease spot on my face because I ate butter and then touched the lens of my camera. It's called the "butter filter" and it's very becoming. Take that hipsta-matic.
First off, a quick jaunt to the Art Institute of Chicago to see "A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grand Jatte" by Georges-Pierre Seurat, or as Hayley and I call it "The Rockin Dot Painting." Color and light <insert music by Stephen Sondheim>
Hayley is art
Chicago is art.
Candy is art.
Men who sneak into the backgrounds of your photos are art.
Everything is art.
Hot dogs from Portillo's are seriously art.
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