Around last year's Superbowl, Dockers issued a "Man-ifesto" to promote its khaki line. "It's time to answer the call of manhood," Dockers insisted. "It's time to wear the pants." With safety razors seemingly having cornered the market on "revolution" in the west nowadays, perhaps it's no surprise that the most radical thing a middle-class man can do is buy a pair of beige trousers.
Before the interview starts, Chris Urquhart is showing me a bunch of white splotches on her chest. "It's a fungal infection," she says. "My doctor says it's just from being dirty."
Urquhart, 23, is also recovering from lice and fleas, and was recently tested for parasites. She and award-winning photographer Kitra Cahana, 22, wear these afflictions with pride; they were earned in a summer spent travelling with self-proclaimed "dirty kids," a group of modern-day nomads criss-crossing America, homeless and living off the generosity and excess of the American people.
In the suburbs I, I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys we're leaving
- The Suburbs, The Arcade Fire (Merge, 2010)