This is about as flattering as Philadelphia commissioning a statue of Rocky Balboa being knocked out by a no-name lightweight amateur. Oh, Paris.
You think that sweater is too big? NAH SON: that model is a member of a rare super-species of Hominidae that can stretch his torso into any shape he desires. The bacon-neck shirt that’s two sizes two big? Don’t ask, I have no idea what the fuck is going on there.
Livin’ the dream.
If you ever wondered what Jay and Jack from The Knottery actually look like, they’re really just a couple of dorks. But seriously, big up to The Knottery—really good people chasing their dreams and having fun while doing it.

Acne bright blazer #nyfw
Apparently Ric Flair had a child with even more questionable taste than his own.
NICE DOUBLE-BREASTED SPANX, YOU FUCKING MORON. ARE YOU FLEXING?!
(Source: stylestation1)
What did we learn from NYFW? Three-quarter length farmer’s tans are the way to go for ss ‘13, NATCH.

New York Fashion Week is just ‘round the corner—you know how I know that? Because certain people who shall remain nameless (shout out to anyone who really doesn’t have a name) just won’t shut the fuck up about it. You know, the same lames who have prepared seven different outfits weeks in advance who, once the festivities actually begin, turn around say “ughch, I HATE fashion week. I can’t wait for it to be over!” In any event, enough with the formalities, let’s get down with it.
Yours in hate,
NTB
Lesson Learned (by Shui Tsang)
Where’s Marv when you need to snap someone’s sternum?
Viktori, 19
“All my clothes are from Fida thrift stores.
The 50s, the 60s and Johnny Depp in the movie Public Enemies inspire me.”
This is called the “I found this blazer while clearing out my dead grandpa’s house and even though it doesn’t fit me I must wear it in his honor” look. And what’s with that wimpy square barely poking out? I mean, even Brooks’ crow Jake was displayed more prominently than that fucking thing, and if the warden found out homeboy would spend the next three weeks lunching on a cockmeat sandwich.
That bowtie is obviously a decorative Laryngectomy because there’s no way in hell this Canadian groomsman is of the bowtie ilk.
(Source: allmightydenim)
Nothing wrong with this photo, it’s just that at first glance I thought the sign said “Dick Burn,” and I said to myself “what an unfortunate name for a man’s store—they sell antihistamines or something?”
I want to meet the stylist and photographer duo that agreed on making this chump pop a squat for whatever horrible magazine in which this ended up being featured.
(Source: stylingmen)
Looks like something you’d find at a department store in Idaho or some shit.