Because NOTHING says, “please, fellow Los Angeleno, allow me to pop into Joan’s On Third and buy some tuna salad in peace, like a human being, like the REAL FLESH AND BLOOD PERSON that I am, like a person who just wants to RUN HIS ERRANDS without being NOTICED, just like a proper civilian who puts his $1200 floral Gucci track pants on one leg at a time, just like someone you’d never stare at or admire or envy for his OSCAR or his GIANT TRACK PANT BUDGET” like this incredibly low key and understated symphony of pattern and color. Don’t worry, sweetie. We didn’t forget that you’re alive.

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