It's always nice to see a guy rocking the funny underpants. Increasingly, purveyors of popular apparel for the modern man have started carrying weird undies, a welcome end to the fascist white-and-powder-blue Fruit of the Loom regime. And she's not doing so bad herself — turquoise thigh-highs spread-eagled on a hamper never go out of style, no matter what the season. But what we love most about photographer Jackson Eaton's photographs is the feeling of subtle chaos, a sense that something ridiculous just occurred, and will occur again before long. It makes us wonder whether something as unpredictably lovely might occur in our own lives. We'd better change into our best unmentionables, just in case. — Will Doig