Forget the tie bars, you should invest in some new ties. Ties that skinny are so mod-post-mod that you end up looking like an extra from the Showdown at House of Blue Leaves or some other wack shit.
Orlebar Brown’s mid-length swim shorts fall somewhere in between “oops, my wiener popped out” and “I’ll fuckin’ sponge this whole entire ocean with my big ol’ dick!” Cheers.
I refuse to let anyone in this city touch my valuables outside of Jean and Mary over at Sorelle on 36th between 8th and 9th. They’re the best thing to come out of Turkey since Bald Bull. On some wizard shit, homegirl took one look at a Piombo blazer and told me that she couldn’t take the sleeves in from the shoulder because it was garment dyed which would result in a white-ish fading at the seams when re-sewed. I have no idea how she could extrapolate that from taking one look at the blazer, but she did. And I was impressed.
I ain’t tryin’ to be facetious, but: I’m ready for Lucifer.
Dead ass, one of these crazy guidos is NTB at 16 years old. And that’s how I dressed. Errday.
Unless you are on some Phillip Lim or Damir Doma steez, and anything therebetween, I’d stay away from the one buttoned sleeve. Outside of those parameters, it’s just too amateurish and casual for my liking.