Where Are They Now?

It's very hard to be all detachment and all materialistic simultaneously, but could someone tell me what the hell I was thinking when I left my amazing Philip Treacy hat in New York because I couldn't figure out how to transport it? Or what crack rock I was smoking when I left behind those navy blue vintage platform sandals with the perforated leather straps? (Hello, those were the only vintage shoes in an 11 I'll ever find, I just know it.) What about the Aden/Magnetic Fields poster I made Jeremy give me?

And so we turn to the yogis.