I had to lift my self-imposed moratorium on TSB bashing for this one. I mean, seriously, I’ve never seen such a little poseur twat in my entire life. And to think, Dan was on to something when he started his article with “Style is about the individual.” But homeboy is on some Eddie Murphy bullshit. Individual? Right, because there’s no better way to express your individuality than by dressing yourself up as some dead white dudes who accomplished more in their lives than you ever will. Cool stuff, bro. Really cool stuff.
Van Gogh Fuck Yourself
Indiana Jones and the Fate of the Interwebz
The Future Is Unwritten
I don’t care how much of a paisan you are, going shirtless under a peacoat is the equivalent of hanging out with Johnny Knoxville sans cup: not only are you just plain stupid, you’ll end up being really, really uncomfortable at some point.
Edit: @EightinHand hollered and spit knowledge: this is not a peacoat. As the man points out, it’s “too long, too lightweight, and has details (like the breat pocket) that aren’t found on peacoats.” Oh, the perils of Tumbling at 7:00 a.m—double breasted topcoat it is.