The Stink of Insoles

Fashion photography has been woefully under-represented on this blog. So today we explore the fart situation of the home page of Florsheim Shoes:


The Lineup: Christian Bale-ish, Girl who looks like a fucking alien, and a younger, thinner Donal Logue.

Fart Factor: A medium 7 out of 10. Christian Bale-ish thought he heard the train's air brakes; Girl with enormous head with wide-set eyes and no ears tries to hurry by the smell, and young Donal Logue regrets not bringing a coat on the long trip.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: Girl with tiny neck that can barely support her gigantic skull

Fartinonya

The Lineup: A whole array of Indian actors who are unknown in the States but are probably motherfuckin' HUGE in India. Also, George Harrison with eyeliner.

Fart Factor: 9.5 out of 10. Some serious clouds are wafting along the plains, and it ain't from a train's smokestack. From left to right, Surush is inquisitive; Arpana is optimistically stimulated; Rajat is stern and bored; George Harrison's sitar gently weeps; Captain Nayakan feels deeply threatened; Kanvar is terrified; Gaurang is defiantly defensive. Meanwhile, a royal guard on the plains tries to kill the title of the movie.

Most likely fart suspect: The director Vidhu Chopra (not pictured) who just wanted to show India's A-Listers who's really fueling the train.