I'm not usually one to creep but i know how much of a feat it is to fall asleep in an airport. Who was I to push someone off that mountaintop to ask permission for a photo?
Keeping that in mind, I still could not just let this man go un-captured. So I did the old 'maybe the reception is better closer to my face' mixed with some 'the glare from the lights just isn't letting me see this picture I'm tagged in' and managed to snag this shot:
Let it be known that I have a obsession with men that wear floral. The rebelliousness of this action is parallel to licking an ice cream cone in the winter- both completely legal, just demanding a second glance from all passerby's.
Yet, those sleeves mixed with the undoubtedly freshly-shined loafers and the fur-lined sweater carelessly draped across him made me wonder whether I was not creeping at all but merely falling into the trap of an intentionally posed man who wanted someone to recognize his get up.
Either way, a win-win situation.