The Style Blogger, a.k.a Danny “Did It My Way” Trepanier, did a post on “rethink[ing] your polo shirt” yesterday. For all I know this one could have revolutionized the way blogs are written or the way we all should look at our polo shirts, but I can’t tell you whether that’s a true statement because all I saw was a pair of sunglasses completely clashing with the skull on which they are situated. I mean, we all know that Canadians are known for their beady little eyes, so why would one ever want to bring attention to this universal truth? I don’t know, man…
Forget the Batman signal. We need you to be the fucking Joker of #menswear.
I don’t know if you are implying that I am outrageously funny or that I am a complete jerk off. Because I think extremely highly of myself, I choose to believe you meant that former. That and because there already is a Joker of #menswear.
Is wearing 'safari' anything ever a good idea? (Actually being on a safari being the exception)
Even though I want to confirm your suspicion with every bit of my being, I gotta say, much the same with workwear, it all comes down to the individual pieces. That being said, I know the Style Blogger is probably going to read this and line up a whole Brian Fellows lookbook for SS ‘12, so please just ignore him.
I don’t know if we’ll ever really know where to draw the line when it comes to blazers and shorts, but I do know that this train wreck has clearly crossed it. There is absolutely nothing flattering about this man’s legs, and the striped ankle socks do nothing but accentuate this problem. And that scarf? My God that scarf—the only way you could make that thing look any worse is if you were to wear it as some sort of ridiculous anklekerchief.
ahem, pretty much any look in the most recent style blogger post is calling your name
While you are (mostly) correct, I think I’m going to put a moratorium on the Style Blogger bashing for a while, too, out of fear that I would have to rename my Tumblr to Nice Try, Dan if he doesn’t get his act together soon.
For good measure and old times’ sake, however, Dan’s homie on the bottom (pun not intended) does a pretty good poor man’s Disick, which would logically make him a destitute man’s Bateman.