
It's always nice to see a guy rocking the funny
underpants. Increasingly, purveyors of popular apparel for the modern man
have started carrying weird undies, a welcome end to the fascist
white-and-powder-blue Fruit of the Loom regime. And she's not doing so bad
herself — turquoise thigh-highs
spread-eagled on a hamper never go out of style, no matter what the
season. But what we love most about photographer Jackson
Eaton's photographs is the feeling of subtle chaos, a sense that
something ridiculous just occurred, and will occur again before long. It
makes us wonder whether something as unpredictably lovely might occur in our
own lives. We'd better change into our best unmentionables, just in case. — Will
Doig