Urban Chic Connoisseur Prints

"I can hear Brooklyn becoming played out."

"M'lady, we’ve reached peak Brooklyn."

The Henderson's move to a vertical city took some getting used to.

"I feel like we've walked into some sort of epidemic of hipatitus."

Hoodies anticipate bride's choice of wedding dress.

'Dude, ya hat's on backwards.'

"...and I have a farmhouse in the city."

"What's with the bow tie? You're doing data entry not hosting the Oscars."

'You can hip, but no hop and cut back from bling bling to just bling.'

Four beds labelled modern, abstract, surreal and cartoon

"It's 8 a.m. somewhere."

"It's not that I love New York. It's just that I hate everyplace else."

Chav a Merry Christmas

Kink

FAD fashion mag: Trays on desk read: In/So Not In.

"You can hear this?"

Alphabet soup in a tough neighbourhood.

"I'd like it to say 'Responsible' as well as - you know -'with-it'."

"Can you recommend any wines for the middle class?"

'You don't need to feed the meeter. It's Christmas Eve.'

The all-swimsuit issue

Hip-hop-opotamus.

Suddenly a delightful Continental custom is sweeping America!

"No, dude... they're supposed to fit like this."

The Urban and the Turban leagues.

'You do look good in pinstripes, Mr. Claus, but do you really need to worry about dressing for success?'

Mime's in the Hood.

The need for Tweed

Fairy asking another "Is that a real Rolex or a fake?"

"My dear, it seems we have been socially distancing ourselves for years without our realizing it."

'Bloody hoodies!'

"Another day, another asbo."

'I'm going for a vagabond chic look.'

Right and Left Knuckle Busters