Hat, Talula. Button-up, Talbots. Shorts, Banana Republic. Flip-flops, Hollister.
I found this straw boater in a sea of fedoras and I am now one step closer to fulfilling a lifelong dream of joining/starting a barbershop quartet (as long as I can be the bass). But enough about my silly dreams! You're probably wondering how I managed to get these beach shots without any tenors or baritones lurking in the background. One word: hockey. Fanatical fans and fake fans alike were eating wings and chugging lager in pubs across the city, leaving me to enjoy this nearly private beach for a few hours. Go, Canucks?