Notice how you do not recognize neither Captain Dickhead nor Lieutenant Doucher despite having obviously attended Pitti Uomo, a place that produces enough photos to break the Internet? That should raise a flag the color red like a fuckin’ low battery. Especially my mans on the left—tweed shooting blazer on some pleated suit pants? I mean, I hope and pray to God that’s because Alitalia lost his luggage, because that shit’s foul like crack in the ’80s.
(Source: vizatrix, via tetinotete)
Is it weird that I can formulate their entire lives?
Lose the pleats and you’ve got yourself a stew baby.