If you say you don’t want to some day, or right now, own a motorcycle, or at least look like it, you are lying – full on, no hold barred lying. I’m including myself in that sweeping generalization and today I sartorially transformed that inherent need to sit awkwardly and weave traffic with the end result being lots of black and several layers of leather. Which brought me full circle to a post I wrote not to long ago about the difficulty of finding the perfect leather jacket. Well, the struggle continues but in the meantime I use what I have and keep fighting the good fight in hopes someday I’ll have the proverbial paparazzi street shot – the one you see and think, ‘f$&*, that jacket’ – emphasis on the comma. Ba da bing, ba da boom.
Monthly Archives: March 2012
For a while now I had been mauling over the idea of turning old shit into new, and in my personal opinion cooler, stuff. So, when I thought of an idea for a name, man MADE, and some things that I would wanted to make I put my idea into locomotion, just like Kylie Minogue. So, here’s to hoping my idea stays more relevant than her.
Now, my clothes – I like to think my idea for man MADE was sparked by the mustard nature of my pants, but that seems a little farfetched – so, I’ll go with it. Earlier, I spoke of my affinity for things, clothing mostly, that are reminiscent of the military trend, lets add mustard to that affinity. There’s a weak spot in my heart for the golden-esque color, and I’m not ashamed to admit it – and consequently wear it.
Pissed: how I feel when I see someone wearing a great trench coat that I know if draped over my body would appear as though I have little to no legs and/or feet – man, how I have longed to be in the trenches. SO, when I came across this trench coat and it actually allowed me to maintain normal looking stature, I had to have it – and have it I do. And wear it I will. This coat also serves to satisfy my affinity with owning something of the military sort. Bravo coat.
One of the things that I’ve accumulated the most of over the years, besides a collection of horrendous haircuts, are sweaters. A solid knit sweater is something that can save you from a down in the dumps, blah, get me a vodka cranberry hold the cranberry and pour the vodka directly into my throat kinda day. Not to mention going to a used/vintage place and digging through the piles of obnoxiously patterned sweaters is something that brings sheer joy to my heart. SO, when the weather cooled off today, I thought I’d give my brotherhood of sweaters – it was actually just one – another horrah in the spotlight. Horrah.