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We have brought a new range of fabrics in our signature “One of a Kind” styles into the shop.
Anthony is wearing the Burnt Orange Velvet jacket, which will be sure to be noticed. This is one of only very few times Joe has ever made a jacket from velvet, so it is an extra special occasion.
We will be posting more unique jackets as we get them in.
Too bad Warhol isn’t alive to see this; he’s probably rolling in his grave at the thought of someone stealing his thunder.
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Rome Street Style
That blazer is literally wearing him. It seriously looks like that thing Day of the Tentacle‘d the fuck out and got him in his sleep. It swallowed his pocket square whole, encroached past the base of his thumb and put the dimensions of his body all out of proportion. Wack sauce.
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Don’t confuse dressing well with dressing outrageously. When backward-ass “manly men” stuck in a ’90s midwestern mentality of society who rather wear Old Navy jeans and a pit-stained “I’m kind of a big deal” tee freak out about how a “well dressed man” has to be either effeminate or gay, they are usually confusing the two aforesaid categories of men. Here we have someone who is dressed outrageously, whose combination of a short blazer that barely hits his hips and “chunky” (I hate that fucking word) pseudo-espadrilles certainly make him look more Jane Fonda than James Bond.
This has absolutely nothing to do with sexuality. It’s just that there is a correct way to rock a blazer and slip on shoes, and this look couldn’t stray any further from that universal truth. And to debate otherwise would be the sartorial equivalent of trying to argue that Frederic Weis is the greatest basketball player of all time. It’s just dead wrong and not even close.
(Source: thedapperproject)
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Interesting how a man can live 50 years and dress somewhat stylishly yet still not know how to fasten the buttons on his blazer.
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Because you never know when the Addams Family is going to send you a wedding invitation.
(Source: juhakkei)
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Street Style…15
Single lapel hole, rolled cuffs, deep v-neck and buttons, when fastened, one inch apart from the other? This is the sartorial equivalent of playing basketball on that stuff that Gretzky skates on.
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What’s black, brown and blue all over? This boner. And he’s not doing himself any favors by going with that whole blazer-and-tee look, either. It’s basically the sartorial equivalent of the mullet: a style developed by helpless souls to merge two concepts that otherwise have nothing to do with each other.
(via tiredtexaseyes)
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appropriate to wear a pocket square with a v neck and a blazer?
While you’re at it, carry a copy of Neil Strauss’ The Game so the broads really know you mean business.
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I recently bought a Virgin Poets Society, A Trovata Project Blazer. It is definitely a more casual jacket/blazer. I bought it for $10 ( reg $99). The thing is that while the shoulders fit just fine, it has quite a bit of room in the torso and the sleevs are def too long. Would it be worth my while to get this tailored or would that take away from the "casualness" of this jacket? thanks man, love the blog!
If the sleeves are too long, get them tailored. There’s nothing casual about long sleeves (don’t confuse “ignorant defiance” (what a beautiful term—I think I just coined that) with “casual”). You also mentioned that the torso is too loose; get that taken care of, too. Say goodbye to the long and baggy—you about to see your life change.
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We all know that a blazer is supposed to cover your ass. Most of you should know that a puffer/vest/gilet will only reach about your belt line (or thereabouts). So what makes you think that it’s a good idea to layer the puffer/vest/gilet over a blazer? All this schmuck on wheels needs is a white tee under his blazer to make this awful layering-in-reverse look complete.
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What's the difference between a sport coat and a blazer? They look the same to me...
The God Nick Sullivan answered this exact question in a piece he did for the Esquire How-To Style Guide. In America, it has basically become a matter of semantics. But if you care so much as to need a cheat sheet, you can break it down to it’s most basic elements as this:
- Blazer = patch-pockets; occasional gold or silver buttons.
- Sport coat = flap pockets and resembles the suit jacket but for the fact that it doesn’t come with matched pants and is more rustic and earthy (anything from tweed to cashmere) than the more formal suit jacket.
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On the pic that hblumer sent, although their is a definite sense of douchebaggery, I'm failing to see anything TOO wrong with their personal styles. I really like the fading on the raw denim on the far left guy. I'm only asking this to be enlightened.
You’re really going to make me rehash looking at that shit? FINE, from left to right:
- Wearing a bow tie with a leather jacket is the equivalent of saying that a rose is one tough flower because it has thorns. Get real. And his shoes really can’t be called boots at all—they look more like basketball sneakers than boots. Gross.
- Homie in the middle needs to never buy burnished-toe anything, ever again. Though I hate super super wide lapels, his lapels are practically non-existent—looks like a Japanese business man’s suit jacket lapel width from the ’90s. And the velveteen burgundy reminds me of George Costanza. Sorry, brah.
- Looks like he just got off moonlighting as a party motivator for a bar mitzvah—there’s really no other excuse for those pathetic shades. And black on black shirt-tie combo (shirt untucked) makes him look like Billie Joe Armstrong at an awards show—never a good thing. Finally, his KNOTS obviously fit. WOOF.
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nice try bro.
When you’re v-neck tee is as deep as the middle button on your 3/2 roll jacket, you know you’ve taken it too far. However, this genetic mistake, albeit a daywalker, takes it one step further, by rolling up his sleeves, undoubtedly to show off a grip of silly bandz.
Which brings me to a larger point: please stop rolling up the sleeves on your jackets and blazers. It doesn’t give off an air of devil-may-care nonchalance, but an air of bro-eat-bro douchiness.
