1. My personal motto is, “Why wear black when you can wear COLORS?” but I make an exception for a black turtleneck, which I have loved since high school, when it both covered me up and made me feel cool. This essay in praise of the black turtleneck is so J. Peterman, in a good way:

Let’s talk about what happens to you when you finally put one on: Your head becomes a sculpture. Once you emerge through that tube of fabric, you start to resemble a marble bust — your skull and all its features are on display, like the diamonds plopped on top of black velvet in the Van Cleef windows.

2. Someone has helpfully named the instruments for us:



(via Doc on Facebook)