Hot Style in the City

Once upon a time, in a library second floor periodicals room, underwear was discovered by a few grads trying to escape the table-bound-madness that is graduate life as a writer. It was weird, it was random, it was a periodical-and-underwear sandwich.

On Thursday, when Russ and I were walking to the new Caltrans building in downtown, we stumbled upon another underwear job. Is this the work of a new tighty-whitey artist? Or is it perhaps the infamous Long Beach underwear, popping up in new locations every week like the garden gnome in the movie Amelie? Look closely. You be the judge.