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.
THE LINEN IS HERE. THE LINEN IS HERE. It is/was un-fucking-seasonably warm out today. Sorry – vulgarity. But I just cannot contain my excitement for this weather. And what does any self-respecting man do when the weather hits run-through-the-streets -naked warm in the middle of March? Not run through the streets naked, they wear linen – which is ironically breezy and you may feel as though you are, in fact, nude. Convenient huh. Anyhow, that is what I did and here are the pictures to prove so.
Excitement. Awkward excitement.
The proof is in the Dolce & Gabbana pudding:
I’m not making this shit up. Linen is really where it is/should be at this summer, at least some of the time. Dolce & Gabbana even desgined make-me-feel-like-I’m-naked suits out of the stuff for their ss 2012 collection.
Before I go: H&M linen button down. American Apparel black slacks. Vinatge Sperry boat shoes. Okay, bye.
Today, I revert back to the prehistoric method of measuring manliness by color — not my favorite thing to do but I think necessary. And we all know the benchmark for such a task; pink. On a scale of man to ultra-man, ultra man being a 10, pink would inherently be a 10. Also inherent, I think, is the fear and belief in sartorial inaccessibility that a lot of dudes have toward pink, and its subcategories: salmon, fuchsia, colors of that nature. To that fear I say, you’re stupid. Imagine if pink were black; now imagine being afraid to wear black; how stupid do you feel? Touche me. Wear pink.
Pink Club Monaco button down. American Apparel flat edge brown leather belt. Forever 21 grey trousers. Vintage Sperry boat shoes.
For those of you curious, I’ll add the links in a jiffy. So, BRB. The jiffy has ended and the links have been added, yahoo.