1. Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself…

                        

    If living is truly the process of dying, then it must have been entirely clear from the get-go that Nice Try, Bro would eventually die, or at the very least evolve into something else (shouts to all the Hindus out there).  As many of you already know, I have been laboriously working on putting together a new business venture over the greater part of last year.  That being said, if any of y’all paid attention to your third grade English teachers and mastered your context clues, it should be readily apparent that I am writing this to announce the birth of that very venture.  So, without further ado, please welcome Carson Street Clothiers into your lives.

    Carson Street Clothiers will open spring 2013 at 63 Crosby Street (just below the southern corner of Spring Street) in SoHo.  The space will be 2000+ square feet of pure menswear goodness, and it’s Internet counterpart will feature a full-blown, dope as dope sauce e-shop.  We’ll dabble in the editorial world, too.

    As a third party multi-brand retailer, CSC intends to plug the gap that currently exists between classic menswear tailoring and streetwear.  Around 20% of CSC’s product will be its own private label which will include shirting, trousers, ties, squares and blazers.  We will also be offering made-to-measure suiting and provide in-house tailoring.  Yada yada yada #menswear.

    Nice Try, Bro will continue to live on in some respect, but as what…that much I haven’t yet figured out.  In the meantime, public apologies to the families of those caught up in my shit: it was never my intention to go hard on NTB maliciously.  I hope you realized that, in many ways, the blog was self-defacating in nature, and that a good part of it was educational, too.

    Until we open, please follow our progress on:

    It will be like #menswear reality TV but on the Internet.  I hope your head didn’t explode.

    Best regards,

    NTB

  2. It must be awful to show up to dinner only to find out that the restaurant abides by the antiquated “jacket required” policy, ex post.  The maitre d’ escorts you to a closet full of old wares.  Befuddled, you do not know whether to choose the 54L or 34S—it’s as if no man of normal proportions had ever eaten at such establishment before.  You choose the miniature iteration.  As you leave the vestibule, you find yourself ramming your appendages through the 8 inch armholes and tugging mightily on the coattails in hope that no one notices that you are busting out of your blazer like Kuato out of that dude George in Total Recall.  All that embarrassment just to endure an overpriced tasting menu at Daniel.  C’est dommage.

    It must be awful to show up to dinner only to find out that the restaurant abides by the antiquated “jacket required” policy, ex post.  The maitre d’ escorts you to a closet full of old wares.  Befuddled, you do not know whether to choose the 54L or 34S—it’s as if no man of normal proportions had ever eaten at such establishment before.  You choose the miniature iteration.  As you leave the vestibule, you find yourself ramming your appendages through the 8 inch armholes and tugging mightily on the coattails in hope that no one notices that you are busting out of your blazer like Kuato out of that dude George in Total Recall.  All that embarrassment just to endure an overpriced tasting menu at Daniel.  C’est dommage.

  3. tragedyoftheuncommons:

Margiela
buy.

DAT JACKET MARGIELA?  
But on a very serious note, I have absolutely no idea what is going on here, and it pains me to think that one of my favorite labels can make something so abominable.  It’s like Boardwalk Empire meets Conan the Barbarian.  

    tragedyoftheuncommons:

    Margiela

    buy.

    DAT JACKET MARGIELA?  

    But on a very serious note, I have absolutely no idea what is going on here, and it pains me to think that one of my favorite labels can make something so abominable.  It’s like Boardwalk Empire meets Conan the Barbarian.  

  4. It looks like it took him 21 years to grow that pathetic shit-stache x flavor saver combo and (let’s hope) all but 10 minutes to throw together this disastrous look.  Insane collar gaps?  Check.  Sleeves rolled?  Check.  Untucked shirt?  Check.  Air tie?  Check.    
I pray to God he found that outfit in a dumpster because if he spent any real money on it, well then he lacks discipline.  But what’s worse is that someone thought it looked good enough to be paraded around the interwebs as “street style.”  Oh Lord.
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    It looks like it took him 21 years to grow that pathetic shit-stache x flavor saver combo and (let’s hope) all but 10 minutes to throw together this disastrous look.  Insane collar gaps?  Check.  Sleeves rolled?  Check.  Untucked shirt?  Check.  Air tie?  Check.    

    I pray to God he found that outfit in a dumpster because if he spent any real money on it, well then he lacks discipline.  But what’s worse is that someone thought it looked good enough to be paraded around the interwebs as “street style.”  Oh Lord.

    (Source: fashiondiplomacy)

  5. yellowasian:

Benjamin Eidem | Georgie Wileman [via]

Freddy Krueger found Waldo and raped him.  Through some sort of weird science project conducted by Arnold Schwarzenegger, Danny DeVito and Emma Thompson, Waldo conceived a baby.  
Said baby grew up and had his picture put on the interwebs.

    yellowasian:

    Benjamin Eidem | Georgie Wileman [via]

    Freddy Krueger found Waldo and raped him.  Through some sort of weird science project conducted by Arnold Schwarzenegger, Danny DeVito and Emma Thompson, Waldo conceived a baby.  

    Said baby grew up and had his picture put on the interwebs.

    (via fyhilaire)