This guy was so sharply dressed and had spin moves that make me dizzy just thinking of it. I can still hear his trumpet blaring over the crowds on the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica. And to top it all off, he was tap dancing during the brass pauses.
Neon lights, classy suit, skinny tie, fedora hat, cold sea breeze, and city pavement. Break it Down into hot colors, dirty font, black embellishments and brick texture.
photo by Jackie McCormick