"PBR" was in Las Vegas while we were. Oh, wait, you don't know what PBR is? Common'! Well, the truth is I didn't until I learned about it last year when we were in Vegas at the same time of year. It's not "Pabst Blue Ribbon" which is what folks in my parts would guess (good down home midwest beer). It's actually the Professional Bull Riders. Cowboys, people. They were peppered all over Vegas while we were there.
And, of course, no one could capture the event as well as The Sartorialist and his gal, Garance, no?
Makes this city mouse want to buy a pair of Wranglers and let my hair blow in the dusty breeze. Because, really, there is nothing like a good cowboy, right?
(ps, wouldn't it have been wild to run into these two fab bloggers!?!?!)
(pps. probably the closest I will ever be to Tim and Garance and their cameras. In my life. I think I can live with that though.)
