Classing up our streets
Only in San Francisco do the homeless sleep on Eames chairs.
He may be a glory-holing huffer who’s lost all hope and dignity, but at least he hasn’t lost his aesthetic sensibility.
Or maybe there’s something larger at play here—like this dude is some pioneer (or at the very least, an early adopter) of a nascent vagrant fashion movement, à la Mugatu:
Yes, that must be it.