Zapatos Vive, La Leche Sigue
Valencia (and 2oth?) Viva la pinturalution. That is one hell of a moustache. And a stare.
The shoes live, the milk stuggles? Iguanas? Amesia? Whaa? (Ahh, French, you are so not helping me with Spanish.)
The man also wore a mean hat:
Seriously — he is staring through the freakin’ camera, past the viewfinder and into the retina of the photographer.
That laser-like gaze and the bandoliers and you have an intimidating presence indeed. I need to perfect that stare for meetings at work.