It’s 4:30 a.m. in NYC and my entire Tumblr feed is full of derelicte-looking drug addicts and semi-pornographical images from @thoughtsandviews. My “thoughts” are when I “view” this garbage I want to donate some money to some sort of clean needle exchange program. HTFH
"“Last summer I found myself in Williamsburg and stumbled upon a guy selling some Camus editions and various vintage YSL pieces on Bedford Avenue. It was achingly typical." -Jared Flint, Gilt
Google image search that dood. Totally confirms you can often find him in Williamsburg uttering things like "achingly typical".
I first laughed when I read this, but then I realized it was achingly typical you’d be Anon. I then stopped laughing.
I can't tell whether you do not know what a regimental stripe is, or if you are just feigning ignorance for trolling purposes.
Poking fun at the use of “regimental” as an adjective to describe a stripe. If I had to choose one of your two choices, it would be “feigning ignorance,” though my behavior is closer to “being sarcastic.”
I appreciate what you're doing here, but what I want to know is what is Nice Try, Bro wearing on a daily basis? Shouldn't critics be subject to criticism? WAYWT?
Thanks for the note.
Sure, critics are subject to criticism. However, much as Roger Ebert rates movies but doesn’t actually engage in the film making process, while I critique style, I’m not a part of the world of fashion, at all. This Tumblr is not about me, but about my thoughts and (what I perceive to be) others’ blunders. And while I don’t regularly speak about myself on Tumblr, I’m not totally anonymous, you know.
In any event, while I will not throw myself into the WIWT culture, if you insist, I will describe my style: equal parts conservative English, aggressive Italian and preppy Americana, sprinkled with some avant garde-ish purchases every now and again.
"You did it for FOLLOWERS. You don’t give a shit about menswear or anybody else except yourself; that’s why no blogger gives a shit about YOU. That’s why “posts” were not “reblogged.”"
What the fuck are you talking about.
Natural Born Killers quote. Adapted to Tumblr. Dude’s glasses reminded me of Mickey Knox of Natural Born Killers.
Nothing to do with you, homie. Relax. Get some culture.
im JUST now finding out about this tumblr. i don't slander anyone on mine, but its refreshing to see a blog tell the truth about what they don't like.
it reminds me of a real version of the "player haters ball" on chappelle's show back in the day. im cracking up over here. kuddos. im following!
Two Player Haters’ Ball references in two weeks, right on the tail of two Star Wars references in two weeks? Damn, my followers are with it.
Oh, and you were thinking of libel, not slander. ”S” is for “slander” and “spoken” defamation. Just a friendly reminder.
Last, nothing I am doing on my Tumblr is libelous. Cheers.
Thank you for doing what you do. If we aren't critical of everything, then we all just become drones.
Anyway quick question. I've found myself at an impasse. I am confident with all aspects of shoes, but I don't know what one can wear while playing basketball or dancing (hip hop dance) without looking like a futuristic, android-like, Jordan-wearing tool. The vintage/"old-school" sneakers just don't offer enough support (i.e. ankle sprains). Any advice?
For basketball, try…basketball shoes. Don’t mean to sound like a dick, but that’s an easy one. BONUS TIP: The Nike Zoom Flight 95s are the greatest basketball sneakers ever created.
And with respect to dancing, I’m not really qualified to say. I don’t usually plan on dancing, ever. It just happens. And when it does, I don’t go changing into a pair of “dancing shoes.” I just rock what I have on at the moment. Sorry I couldn’t be more helpful with that one.
Thanks for the note. I’m sure there’s someone out there who can help you with your problem.
Thank you for bringing Nick Wooster back down to Earth. Few things are worse than unquestioned authority, and I see that every time the menswear Tumblrsphere (is that a word?) blows a huge messy load over the latest NW photo making the reblog rounds. I give him credit for keeping the makers of camo blazers and mustache wax in business, but his presence brings out the worst mindless-herd instincts in unoriginal style bloggers. Again, thank you for the reality check.
It looks like you’ve got trouble on your mind. You wanna speak words? Do it. Express yourself. I certainly won’t stop you.
I’ve said all that’s on my mind about Nick already. You’re welcome for that. My game’s not about bashing a stylecon, so don’t expect my Tumblr to become some weird, obsessive blog committed to hating individuals. I’m only in the business of commenting on les sujets du jour. And it just so happened that I got a question about Nick yesterday, so I answered it.
A phenomenon has been haunting me these past few months and it goes by the name of Nick Wooster. I have no idea who he is but apparently he is held in great esteem by the Tumblr streetwear massive. But I am just not feeling this retired sailor on the town look. Is it just me? Or is this look acceptable as an eccentric one-off by way of some power position? You're my only hope (before I invest in shorts, tattoo's and throw away all my socks.)
Nick is a fashion adviser at Gilt and the former fashion director at Neiman Marcus and Bergdorf Goodman. Yes, if Tumblr menswear bloggers were the mafia, Nick would be a capo. Sure, you (or anyone, for that matter) going up against Nick would be the style equivalent of Tommy taking out Billy Batts in Goodfellas (read: someone will murk you), but his status as “untouchable” should not prevent you from disagreeing with his style. You want to wear socks? Do it. You don’t want to subscribe to nautical inspired kits? Cheers. You don’t like tattoos? Don’t get them. It’s that simple.
Me? Well, I personally think Nick has the dopest style out of all the Lords of Tumblr, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think he sometimes looks like a cartoon character at times, nor will that deter me from airing shit out in the future if I see him doing something with which I disagree.