Tuesday, June 28, 2011


I got featured on Esquire.com. That doesn't happen everyday. Thanks guys.

Thursday, June 16, 2011



The style blogger skipped down the street confidently in his St. James boat neck. He was super proud of it ‘cause of the picture he had saved of James Dean wearing the same thing. The sun peeked from behind a cloud and rushed down, to slob over the blogger’s neck, intent on leaving a June hickey. The blogger embraced the sun’s warmth and picked up his step even faster. He was, to quote, ‘walking on sunshine’. A man with in French-esque garb on a silly motor scooter drove by and shouted, “Vous sale garce, me donner un baiser mouillé!” Confused, the blogger skipped on. Feeling a smoke, he pulled up on a porch outside an apartment, yanked a cigarette to his mouth. A woman opened a window on the second story, looked down, and yelled at the blogger, “Ne restez pas sur mon porche, femme pirate!” Shocked, the blogger walked off the porch and almost collided with a man riding a bicycle with a basket on the front, which happened to be full of baguettes. The man swerved to the right, as the blogger spun in a circle, similar to the Saturday morning cartoons. The cyclist had a thin mustache and wore a beret. “Hors de mon chemin, la femme de la rue!” He shouted at the blogger.
Which was odd, this was Boston. Why was everyone speaking what sounded like French? Questions swirled in the blogger’s mind, taking him away from his self-absorbed confidence. He moved along, oblivious to everything else, absorbed in his confusion. His mulling was broken when the sidewalk opened up to reveal a gaping mouth, which looked to be a hole to China, for all he knew. And the mouth moved it’s concrete lips, with a low Snuffleupagus whine, he spoke to the blogger, “Oh mon dieu, quelle fille chaude! Je pourrais vous manger pour le dîner!!”

Which the sidewalk did, as he grabbed the blogger by the foot, and swallowed him whole.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Photo hoodwinked from The Armoury.

As Pitti images flood your dash, I offer a bit of advice. It’s been awhile since I’ve openly doled out what and what not to do. I try not to be too preachy, though my Mother’s conservative Methodist roots occasionally get the best of me. You’ll be full with images to satiate you for the summer, appeasing your mouse-clicking appetite and hopefully inspire you to attempt to channel a little of the same flair that those specific men have (I’m not particularly fond of Italian dress, but I understand that everyone else is. I figure I should make an attempt to stay on topic). However, I think that there are certain ways that you should look at these images; as rapidly glancing, taking quick notes, and then moving on may have worked on field trips, but it doesn’t work as well now. As sites offer up their images for you to peruse, I suggest that you pick the few that you really like. Sure, why not reblog it? Then, save those images to your computer so you don’t lose them. Maybe you put one as your background when no one is around. You set one in a box to the side as you work on homework, or do other things on the Internet (centipede?). Allow those images to age with you, as long as you think they remain valuable to your observation. Try to pick out new things that you never noticed before. Try to be able to put into words what you like and don’t like about the photo. Whether it’s the colors, texture, pattern clashing, quality of the leather goods, or whatever else you think makes you enjoy the photo. Now that you’ve discovered what you like and don’t like about the photo, determine if you aspire to dress in said manner. If yes, then determine what you think would and wouldn’t work for you. How would one go about adding the flairs in the photo to your personal style? If you can’t answer this, there are the “experts”.

This ended up being an unorganized mess. The main point that you should take away from this is that by spending more than 30 seconds with each photo, you will be able to better execute your own personal style. You won’t be off chasing clouds thinking that by purchasing, you will be able to be “steezy”. By spending time with the photos you will have a greater understanding of your own style and how to make your style progressive. Learning the tricks of any trade takes time. You’ll be able to incorporate them into the way you dress without spending a cent. Granted you have the basics, of course. I enjoy stagnation as much as the next trad but time leaves all things behind.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011


Sitting awkwardly at the dinner table, eating – coincidentally – dinner, the family of three attempted to break the thick bramble of their days that kept them apart. Junior had been on a date earlier that day. So for the moment, that was the topic of interest. Dad ate slowly with intention and did not pick at his food like Mom. Mom picked at her food because she was watching her figure. Why she did, Junior did not know. Dad could care less. Maybe it was to show off to her overweight friends that she retains some of that high school energy. Junior was the only child at that moment. Older Sister was off in some mystical place, probably dropping acid with her free love boyfriend. Or was it girlfriend? Junior did not know or care. “So, where did you take her?” Mom started.
“Well, everyone likes sandwiches, so I took her to Sicily’s and we got paninis,” replied Junior.
“Did you remember to pay?”
“Mom, I did everything you told me.”
“Well, that’s good. You’ll have to bring her home sometime so that we can meet her. I’d like to meet her, wouldn’t you dear?” Mom glanced at Dad. Dad snarfed on his food and shrugged, probably in approval. Work really took its toll on Dad. It made Junior sick that his dad would be paying for college, but he supposed that was how it worked these days. His Dad made good money, but Junior was never sure of their fiscal situation. Why was Dad working so hard, was it because their financial situation wasn’t as good as Junior previously thought? Was it because Dad didn’t know what to do with himself when he wasn’t working? That might be it but Junior couldn’t be sure. “What was she wearing?” Mom always asked banal awkward questions.
“Uhhh, a white dress.” Junior balked. It was actually jhorts and a button down but for some reason he lied. It was something that Junior sometimes couldn't help.
“Oh, well, that’s nice, isn’t it dear?” Mom turned to Dad. Dad nodded approval while munching on some meatloaf.
“Well, then Junior, what did you wear?” Mom turned back to Junior.
“Well,” now this was something that Junior could go on for forever. He had painstakingly planned out everything. Going to the internet to ask questions, putting himself out there, making himself to seem vulnerable, to see if any one could solve his conundrum. He scoured pictures on tumblr and read the past six months of GQ. He laid everything out the night before and changed everything before he went out. Junior just couldn't get it right. He wasn't sure he could replicate the 'cool' that he saw on the Internet. “I wore a dip-dye t-shirt, Incotex trousers, and hiking boots.”
“Now why did you wear that?” Mom smiled, confused as to why those things seemed to appropriate to Junior.
“Well, there’s these guys on the Internet who answer questions, and I well… asked them what I should wear.” Junior replied. Dad snorted and mumbled something through his food and under his breath. Junior shot Dad a glare reflexively, but then remember that you really can’t glare at Dad. Dad really didn’t give a crap about getting glared at.
“I asked a bunch of different guys and they all gave me different answers, so I just mixed all of them.”
“Oh, well I guess that makes a little more sense.” Mom replied, still mostly confused and muddled. Dad looked up and shrugged his shoulders. Dad thought about stepping in and correcting Junior’s mistakes, but then thought better of it. Junior would learn in due time.
They sat in quiet and each thought to themselves. Dad thought about the Age of Empires game that he would be playing later that night and reading the full RSS feed that he hid from his wife and kid. Mom thought about the possibility of dessert. Junior thought about what he would do differently next time he saw her. Probably not mix all the advice of the style bloggers. That may have been a bad call. But he’d probably still follow their advice when they told him what to wear. They were, after all, experts.