I dream of travel

I have fallen in love with the Sartorialist, though I must admit, I'm a little late on that bandwagon. It's somewhat of a new discovery that I made through fellow bloggers and I can't get enough. It's one of those "priorities" that has consumed my routined thinking. As soon as i get on the computer, I check up on it. There's always a new picture and boy, do I love the pictures. I've written about a couple of them before..."Sit and Knit" anyone? However, it seems like a whimsical dream world where this talented man is taking picture after picture of these beaaaautiful people. Okay, so they're in New York, Milan, Paris, Italy, but SERIOUSLY, what magical doorway in New York, Milan, Paris, or Italy is this guy walking through? I.Want.In. He's a master photographer, seemingly being in the right place at the right time all the time. Sometimes I wonder if moving to one of these places would somehow transform me into these walking fashion closets. These people who start trends (ie cargo pants and sports jackets), rolled up pants and oxfords etc...these people are beautiful. I can definitely say that I'm an urban girl born small-town.