Monday, June 17, 2013

The Sartorial Relevance of Rob Zombie

I hope that most are familiar with Dragula to some extent. It's rougly 15 years old now and shows it's age. However, perhaps there are some current sartorial cues for us to take a look at in this video that may "cement" their timelessness.

Eh, probably not. But would you rather have me write about Unionmade's new arrivals?

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Black leather trench coats...

Well, this is going swimmingly already. How many "timeless" people wear black leather trench coats?

*the crowd goes silent*

It looks like a current Varvatos design. I'll have to look further into this. Or you can.

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Rob wears a hat for a total of 1.5 seconds in this video. Perhaps it shows a level of uncertainty and self-conciousness when he puts outdated hats on his head.

Perhaps it also shows how dumb some of you guys look wearing hats. Perhaps.

Rob has a dope car. Would he outstunt RL in a vehicle like this? Not sure if Ralph Lauren has a car like this. Maybe.

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Well if Rob doesn't wear Varvatos then his bandmates certainly do.

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Except for his robots. They just wear metal.

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Zombie crossfades video of children in BoO over bombs blowing up. People who wear BoO aren't hard at all. They eat OJ and Nilla Wafers and still think they're in high school; a private institution where everyone wears repp ties, too short jackets, and twee collars. I concur with Rob.

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Is that Sternberg though? Looks like he's jammin'.

Come over to the dark side Sternberg. BoO collab with Zombie in the spring. Please?

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RL may have a car like this but RL doesn't have a buncha' demon homies to roll deep with.

Even if he does, they don't jam out like Rob Zombie and company.

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Rob Zombie guest post on Ivy-Style.

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This is European minimalist. Slimane.


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Does RL have a buncha' witches to roll around with?

Well, he does have a wife and daughter.

So count Rob Zombie and RL even.


Rob Zombie is just Varvatos.

Gilt always seems to have a buncha' Varvatos on the extra sale rack.

If they have Rob Zombie curate a Varvatos sale I bet they move a lot more Varvatos than they are currently. It's a one time cash-in but I figure it could be worth it. Enough kids grew up with Twisted Metal that I'm sure they could sell Varvatos on a nostalgia byline.

Gilt, get Rob Zombie to curate a sale. Do it. Do it now.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Non-Iron Shirts

He was months out from the election but the party was working hard for him early. They had brought in Portman to stump for him. Portman is a fiery guy with lots of zest and was great at getting crowds into a fervor. He’ll jump up to the stage, push the men’s and women’s buttons, get everyone going in the direction of a singular opinion. When he leaves the stage the mobocratic mothers in L. Pulitzer are always left slobbering, waiting for anyone with a semblance of diction to take the stage, telling them what cause they should support and how they should support it. Portman could really soften a crowd up. 

In the local community college gymnasium, Portman bounced up and down on the stage. The seat candidate wiped his forehead. It was hot. A geriatric complained about the current seat holder.

“Fuckin’ goddamn sonevahbitch is gonna cut everything and spend all my taxes and turn this nation into goddamn Saddy Araybia or goddamn Chaina. We gotta get that sonevahbitch outta there if it’s my last vote. Won’t leave my grandchildren that fuckin’--”

The candidate was swept away by his aide. Portman had finished.

It was now his turn to talk. To talk about what he was going to do.

As he mounted the stage, the stageboards creaked and swayed. Perhaps he should get down so some one could tighten things up. He pushed the thought from his mind and walked to the microphone. His sweat was cold and his legs felt old. This shirt he was wearing, it really didn’t breathe, did it? It locked all his body heat up which made him woozy. Well, at least he didn’t need it to be ironed.

“Fellow Americans of....”

He stopped. Coughed. Something went up and then down in his throat. Then, “Fellow residents of the great state of...”

He stopped again. Coughed again and then went to cough again. Instead of coughing, he yakked. Just a little baby yak. Yellow and milky and soupy and not too gross. It fell out of his mouth and onto his shirt. Just a dollop, really.

He looked out to the crowd.

He looked to his aide, stage left. 

He looked back out to the crowd 

And then everything went red.

And then everything went white.

And then everything went blue.

And then everything went black.

He woke up laying on the floor in the lobby. Some random woman was dabbing his forehead. She was morbidly obese, about his age, and smiling at him. The candidate’s red tie was covering up his yak stain. The yak had soaked through his undershirt and he could feel the warmth on his skin. His aide walked up to him with a washcloth full of ice cubes and pressed it to his head.

“We’ll have to get you a new shirt before you meet those contractors,” the aide told the candidate. The candidate looked at his aide, not quite able to comprehend what had just happened.

The room was silent but was next to the gym, so you could hear the noises happening within. It sounded like Portman was back on stage. Removed from the mob, the silence was awkward.

“They make non-iron shirts. They should make non-stain shirts too. We sure could use something like that,” the aide told the fat woman. Or maybe the candidate. “Heh, we could probably use something like that in one of your entrepreneurial speeches. Y’know, fostering new ideas and stuff. That’d be great. The garment industry in the southern part of the district would be all over that. God, what would the world do without us?” The aide smiled as his phone began to vibrate. The aide stood up and took the phone call.

Saturday, June 1, 2013


There’s something horrifically efficient about Oak StreetBootmakers initial years. I believe that their shoes first went online sometime in mid-2010, though I could be wrong. I see them around and I live in a slow part of the world, which would indicate a certain level of success.

The first kicks premiered around $200-$275. They cornered their market – post-college/early middle aged duderonis with money to spend – and got them to buy into their brand. The price of a pair of boots has increased roughly by $75. The Vibram Trail Oxford was roughly $220 in 2010. It retails now for $296.

Is their product nuts good? That is not entirely clear but reviews from their early stuff are positive. However, the years in which we can see the difference between a quality shoe and a crap shoe are approaching for those guys who bought their shoes in 2010 and 2011. Consumer Reports leaves out the “Reliability” for first year models in their car issue. Makes sense right? OSB product is likely worth it but we can’t really know for sure.

These new boots are handsome. Man, Vlagos knew what he was doing when he started this. 

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