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That’s a very well dressed gentleWHOA!
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Creased & cuffed in Tom Ford.
Poor guy wearing his little brother’s clothes. Don’t bust a seam! Or a nut!!
Let it be known that I vociferously object to anyone referring to their picking up a couple of books on #menswear —even if one of them was Alan Flusser’s— as getting “formally educated” on menswear.
Young Joan
1968 Comedianne Joan Rivers at Rockefeller Center in New York. Photo by John Shearer for the Look magazine article “Rivers Delivers.” - Via
The young Joan Rivers looks nothing like the catlike funny lady of today
I feel like every man who has ever tried to convince me to take some rando shouting “Hey girl, nice ass” at me as a compliment sees it this way: You’re sitting outside some Italian café in a Betty Draper dress sipping a prosecco when all of a sudden your dainty neck scarf flies off in the light breeze. Joseph Gordon Levitt, wearing a linen suit with a pocket square and no socks with his penny loafers, steps off his Vespa and hands it to you while saying something witty about how it’s almost as beautiful as you are. You then both ride off into the sunset, laughing as Dean Martin plays in the background and the director yells cut on the espresso commercial that is your life.
In reality, it’s you getting yelled at by a bunch of sweaty men standing outside a bar at eight in the morning, telling you about how fuckable you look in your sweatpants when you’re just trying to get a bottle of milk in peace like a goddamn human being. And it is the opposite of a compliment.
7 Things Women Will Always Have To Explain To Men (via cybertronian)
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One thing I’m going to try keeping this summer is an active sketch book. I feel like I have this underutilized talent that needs a little nurturing. I usually get frustrated when my sketching isn’t as perfect (read: lifelike) as I want, and end up quitting.
The other day I was picking up clothes from my alterationist (more on that later), and her husband started showing me their son’s paintings. They were crazy genius level. Some super lifelike technique mixed with some crazy surreal stuff. I realized I need to let my mind wander and give myself slack, in artistic release, as well as in real life (but that’s a whole different story).
So with this resolve to allow myself to make rough and loose sketches, here are a couple I made this weekend. One I copied from a Lands End catalog I got in the mail. The other is from a photo I snapped behind my building, but once I started sketching it I had the compulsive urge to turn that one building into an angry character, á la Cave of Wonders. That’s something I don’t typically do, so it looks awkward on the sketch. I hope that one day, doing something like this naturally will click for me
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The Polo Coat
Often while thrifting I come upon items that I just can’t not buy. This particular coat is one of them.What we have here is a classic piece of menswear, if not #menswear, the polo coat. Named after a coat worn to polo matches (and not the Polo brand), the classic polo coat is double-breasted, often in a camel color and features peaked lapels.
This particular garment displayed above has all the usual features, plus patch pockets, beautiful horn buttons, a belted back and tons of visible handiwork.
Although there is no date or maker, my best guess based on the union label would date this item to the late 1960’s/early 1970’s.
As a Los Angeles resident, and the owner of way too many unnecessary overcoats already, I would love to make this item available to a follower (old or new) at a very reasonable price who could give it a loving home. The chest measures out at 24” pit-to-pit, perfect for someone who wears a 44 suit or thereabouts.
If anyone is interested, please feel free to message me at your leisure.
Thanks.
Someone bigger than should go for this!
Being of Syrian origin, I am slightly amused by the the outrage about police brutality in Turkey, specifically water cannons, tear gas and rubber bullets. While brutally breaking up peaceful protests is despicable, when I compare to the outbreak of protests in Syria, it is downright tame.
When protests broke out in Syria, police directly shot live bullets at the crowds. Dozens were killed everyday. Moreover, people arrested at demonstrations were arrested and tortured in secret police dungeons. Of all detainees, protest organizers were brutalized the most, many died under unimaginable torture and their families were not allowed to give them decent funerals. This atmosphere led to militarization and the current civil war in Syria.
So, please, before you exercise your bourgeois solidarity with Turkish protesters, take a second to think of those protesters in Syria that you did not bat an eyelid for when they were being called extremists and slaughtered by the Syrian regime.
Three dandies. 1890s.
Hilariousness of the pose aside, the guy in the middle looks like he could be a modern day bartender in Austin or Brooklyn :)
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Try out a cool way to separate egg yolks from egg whites!
Fuck.
Holy crap!
Hooray, for Wednesday!
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Tried a Brenizer method at Liliuokalani Gardens. It’s kinda neat. Innit?
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tangodancingphdcandidate replied to your post: Weekly cycling progress
Sounds like I should try cycling. But it’s so expensive!
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I would say today was another successful day of thrifting.
Madras, J Crew, Patagonia, cricket sweater, and a tie with foxes on it.