Sunday, September 14, 2008

His name is Hugh.

Aire | The Foreign Artist

I met this fine gentleman whilst traipsing up Lexington Ave. on our journey back to school with Kate (the girl I got belgium waffles & strawberries with from 2 blog entries ago)

Turns out he hails from London, as you can tell in his tailored to fit suit that he's got on.

With naught more but one look at him, Kate & I already both knew that he was not a native New Yorker.

What can I say?

If you trust your intuition, you can already feel someone's aire.