From me to you.
Ann Mashburn shirt. Anthropologie skirt. Miu Miu loafers.
New rule, if you aren’t working on a car or flashing your gang colors, no handkerchiefs hanging out of your back pocket. Especially while wearing top siders. You look like a poser and a tool.
maybe it’s hankie code?
From the department of “lol, white people” comes a very important lesson: blue and white button shirts work best with madras suiting. Red, especially as a polo shirt? Get the hell out of here. lol
I had a long day today, filled with college, hunger, and, of course, a general lack of sleep. All in all, it was alright, I guess. I like the way camo and these LEC wannabe Nantucket Reds play off of each other. I think it works because my shirt and cardigan were both blue.
Also, me in my secondary environment (my natural habitat is bed): in college, surrounded by girls.
What do you think?
Vested.
Similar look: ASOS Waiscoat in Navy Tweed.
His pants are so tight and he looks like a tryhard 201x-era Napoleon Dynamite
I think the glasses and haircut, combined with his pants, are what are messing with me.
Does anybody else laugh when J. Press’ mainline sends out emails advertising their “fresh spring/summer/fall/winter looks”? Because I’d totally believe it if it wasn’t J. Press. Fresh isn’t really their thing anymore. Actually, I don’t go to them for fresh. That’s what Brooks Brothers is for. Nah, J. Press should embrace its overall sameness because that’s a very comforting thing. J. Press is like a book in your library: you have no idea exactly how long it’s been there, but you’ve always had it, and you have no reason to get rid of it, and it’ll be there long after you die, because your kids won’t want to move it from that spot, either. No, J. Press is just fine as it is. So please, don’t send out emails telling me about your “Fresh spring looks” when that’s a) a lie and b) exactly what I don’t want to hear coming from J. Press’ mainline.
I tried it on a few months ago and had to change my pants. But I didn’t. Whatever. I don’t even care.
On Sale at J. Press
Hah!
Sexy blazer.
$248 for these Lands’ End cufflinks. What the hell?
High-end of the low-end: this sterling silver tie bar from Lands’ End will cost you a cool $148.
I don’t know whether to laugh, cringe, cry, vomit, or sigh, so I’m sharing this with you guys.
scienceofsellingyourself-short:
There once was a suit too dope.
It was tailored in the heart of Venice, Italy by the legendary,then 120 year-old, tailor Mario Berlusconi who, upon completing the suit, fell dead in shock from witnessing the suit’s presence.
There once was a man who desired this suit.
He offered the tailor a king’s ransom to make the suit, fully aware that the tailor’s heart could not handle the shock of being in front of such perfection.
But alas, the suit was his.
He waited until the perfect night to dawn the suit, with the perfect gorgeous woman to impress. And on that night, he picked the perfect tie, the perfect shoes, the perfect shirt and the perfect watch to go with the perfect suit. And he knotted every tie, buckled every cuff link and tied every shoe. And he was finished; he was suited up.
And that’s when he came.
He came so hard, he had to sit down. He had to take the suit off. And instead of going that night, he went to bed. Upon awaking, he was perplexed. He tried to put on the suit, but he came again and had to take it off. And the next day, he tried again. He came again.
But as despaired he was from unable to properly control himself in the suit, the perfection of the fabrics, the glory of the lapels, and the fascination of the cut would not let him break free of the desire to rock the suit. The suit that was too dope.
And from then on, he started his day by trying put the suit on. And from then on, he started his day by cumming into the suit. It started to become routine; something to help him get up in the morning and get ready for work. And then a year passed, and suit had become rock hard, the fabrics ruined, and the cut completely stiff and completely unwearable.
Alas, the suit was ruined.
HAhahahahahahahahahaha, oh my god. What?
(Source: mypantalones)
Further proof that you can look like a huge tool in menswear. Lose the shades, “bro”.
(Source: tshirtnoir, via theunmistakablething)
The State of Women’s Fashion WIWT Blogs, As Observed By An Outsider
Coat draped over shoulder, never worn, sleeves dangling. Sporting Isabel Marant sneaker wedges, carrying a Celine tote. Wearing “skinnies” and “sunnies”. High-Low. Something, anything from Zara (apparently Zara is acceptable, revered even, in womenswear). An item that’s slouch-y, drape-y, poof-y, perfect-y, as long as it ends in -y. Bracelets on top of bracelets, wrapped inside a bracelet, with a bracelet dangling off a bracelet, putting Pitti mewelry stackers to shame. Faux streetstyle scene, in a romantic/awkward pose. Quality photography, not Tumblr/Insta/menswear mirror selfies. DSLR stuck on shallow depth. Contests to “win this stuff I’m already wearing”. REAL ad revenue, paid for looking cute.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, oh man
