A shoe that Elvis himself would be proud of.
Monthly Archives: July 2012
A Collection Of Mewelry
You’ve seen and love them: on necks, wrists and sticking through the occasional hole, but never before have you seen them so eloquently displayed. Ladies and gentlefolk, please help me welcome, The Mewelry. The tables have turned, gone are the days when jewelry was meant only for those stricken with vaginas. Here are the days when mewelry take it’s rightful place, around the neck of self-respecting men everywhere. Out of the gate, we have a handmade leather mustache necklace. Times are a-changin’, and in these times mustaches rest not only on the upper lip but somewhere just below the clavicle. Even further south rests a pseduo-mermaid either praying or keeling over as a result of what looks to be constipation. A totem pole for when one head just isn’t enough. A whistle for when unwarranted actions occur. And rounding out the crew, a gold watch pretending to be real but who is no more real than the English accent of the Portuguese man who sold it to me. Believe it or not, folks, all of this mewelry cost me less than 10 smack-me-in-the-face-with-that-totem-pole-necklace-aroos – lending to my theory that looking above average can cost below.
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No Socks? No Problem
Photo courtesy of: Mr BeauTie. Ankles courtesy of: 5 strangers.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t been consistently wearing socks since 2008 – not because I was first to the trend but because my feet really go for it when they sweat. Or maybe it’s because during my day to day people watching I never quite make it to the ankles. But regardless of the reason, I’m just now noticing how many men are deciding to kick their socks to the footwear curb and join the bare ankle brigade. As self-proclaimed founder, I welcome you. There’s more to this recipe of exposed man feet though: cuffed pants, loafers and an attitude that says these are my ankles, here me roar.
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Go Green Or Go Home
If I said some mornings when I wake up, before coffee but after peeing, I didn’t challenge myself to wear as much of the same color-genre as I possibly could, I’d be lying. Like the time Lindsay said she was ‘sober’ or Oprah said ‘No, I won’t give you that car. And my uterus’. But, enough about altruism.
To the ill-informed it may seem matchy-matchy. But to the well-versed, in both the military-esque attire and hyphens, it becomes a new lease on Islamic green. One of color-blocking and superb stealth in parks and other highly wooded areas. Really though, on the spectrum of tan to forest green, for instance, there are some colors that I wouldn’t shake a stick at. Almost all of which go together in some combination of cuffed shorts or pocket clad jackets.
Add a watch desperately trying to pretend it’s real gold when in actuality it was bought for 10 dollars from a small Portuguese man on the street, and you’ve got yourself an outfit ready for the dusty trail.
Vintage military jacket. American Apparel viscose t. Shorts so old, their origin escapes me. Sperry shoes. Roadside watch.
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