If there's anyone with a more appalling dress sense than a Scandinavian, it's a Scandinavian poker player. Look at this poor chap. My feeling is, he's only recently moved out of his parents' house and for the first time he is able to dress himself without his mother looking on disapprovingly and naturally he's gone a bit crazy with it. Eventually enlightenment will take hold and he'll realise there was a reason his mother wouldn't let him go out wearing certain get-ups. Until then though, it's going to be one fashion horror show after another.
University students experience the same disastrous fashion liberation. We've all been there. You leave home in sensible trousers and side parting and not one week later, you look like a combination of a homeless man and Buck Rogers. We've all kidded ourselves that our get up is cool and we are the envy of the gob smacked public looking on as we stroll through town completely oblivious to what a twat we look. At least we can hide the photo's though, this poor chap is gonna be on TV...his kids may see this in years to come. He's on the final table of the EPT Prague. I fear to look, yet I cannot turn away.
University students experience the same disastrous fashion liberation. We've all been there. You leave home in sensible trousers and side parting and not one week later, you look like a combination of a homeless man and Buck Rogers. We've all kidded ourselves that our get up is cool and we are the envy of the gob smacked public looking on as we stroll through town completely oblivious to what a twat we look. At least we can hide the photo's though, this poor chap is gonna be on TV...his kids may see this in years to come. He's on the final table of the EPT Prague. I fear to look, yet I cannot turn away.
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