Dirty Looks 

A quick look at Atlanta's fashion sense

In the People's Republic of Decatur, on the streets of Midtown and somewhere in the dim of downtown, these folks have raised the bar on big pimpin'. These are examples, not so much of what you can be with the right outfit, but what you want to be.

This regal, purple velvet jacket reminds you of something the Pope would wear if he were a club-hopping badass like this dude. The wavy pattern is reminiscent of the trippy graphics on Mark "Gator" Rogowski's Vision skateboard (see Flicks, p. 64), before he was convicted of murder.

Remember in the '80s when only mean skinheads shaved their noggins? This guy is a member of today's "nice skins." He non-threateningly sports a tight poly-something Oxford with non-traditional striping, pressed slacks, earrings and semi-mirrored shades that are only semi-lame compared to the full-mirror Top Gun version.

The red Mary Tyler Moore-esque nightlife pith helmet will surely prevent aliens from reading her thoughts, but you know what she's thinking? "Get off my face, girlfriend. I'm going to be in the newspapers." Hey ladies! Say "cheese."

Shopping for organic veggies with her rescued pet Labrador, this Decatur resident proves that "living granola" does not mean looking granola. Her shirt is so fall 2006, and her sporty sweatpants with the number 01 emblazoned on the hip speak volumes. Yes, you definitely are No. 1.



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