1. Pitti the Fool Returns and NTB Gets His Swerve On

    Everybody,

    It’s that time of year again: Pitti Uomo.  You know, that place where 60 year-old greaseball Italian dudes pose for pictures outside of some old fortress or some shit.

    This will be my second consecutive Pitti, and while I hope to find the time to deliver you the sights and sounds of Peacock Fest 2012 via my Pitti the Fool blog, this time around will be a tad bit different.  I wish I could share more details, but for the sake of not jinxing myself or causing some mysterious jinn to take deep offense at my actions, I’m just going to have to leave it like this: NTB is gettin’ out the game for (what I hope to be) brighter pastures sometime in the very near future.  If you’ve been following my Instagram, know me personally or have kept your ear to the ground, you know what I’m talking about.  And if you don’t fall into one of the three aforementioned categories of human beings, you’ve probably at the very least noticed a precipitous decline in my content production over the last couple of months.  My bad, dog.

    That all being said, I truly hope I have enough time to keep you apprised of all the latest goings-on at Pitti Uomo 82.  And I ask for your forgiveness in advance if I am entirely too overwhelmed to create a critical mass of consistent content next week.  Finally, to those of you who have put up with my petulance and self-aggrandizing over the last year, thank you.  Continue to say your prayers and eat your vitamins, and I promise you NTB has something up his sleeve for y’all.

    - NTB

  2. lajoiedemavie:

“I know that after tonight, you dont’have to look up at the stars” - Justin Nozuka

Wouldn’t it be nice for someone to clothesline him, Royal Rumble style, over that railing and have his cinderblock-looking platforms take him to the bottom of the ocean?  
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    lajoiedemavie:

    “I know that after tonight, you dont’have to look up at the stars” - Justin Nozuka

    Wouldn’t it be nice for someone to clothesline him, Royal Rumble style, over that railing and have his cinderblock-looking platforms take him to the bottom of the ocean?  

  3. Bro. Tell me where you got that scarf. You know the one.

    Oh, you mean the one that Style.com chose as it’s thumbnail for Tommy Ton’s Pitti Uomo photos?  I copped that the week before I left for Florence at Barney’s in New York.  It’s a silken jawn by Piombo.  It was the last one available, but seeing how I have yet to see a single other person with that scarf on this planet, I am going to continue to tell people that it’s 1 of 1, made for me by Hulk Hogan for my birfday.

  4. Please enlighten me, as I have pondered this many times - how is the scarf meant to be worn (on a man)? I assume this varies depending on length?

    Don’t sweat this one out, brother. Just wrap that bad boy around your neck a few times, tuck it into your coat and be on your way.

    Over-thinking the scarf is tragic.  It should only serve two purposes: to keep you warm and not make you look ridiculous (see above).  That being said, save the scarf for days when you truly need it and leave it at home when debating whether it would look be too restrictive over your lightweight cardigan on a warm fall day in San Diego.  

  5. miguelpaolocelestial:

Blogged on El Bosquejo: Breathing with Oxygen

I wonder if his back reads “Ecko 72 Unlimited.”  But that’s besides the point—what an unflattering shirt.  Kids everywhere hit puberty then like Jessie get all excited and stop at nothing to show off the guns.  So, what’s his excuse?
I mean, seriously, a sleeveless tee has got to be the absolute worst top Mighty Mouse over here could ever possibly wear.  And then he goes on to tuck it into the front of his jeans.  Oh, the humanity!

    miguelpaolocelestial:

    Blogged on El Bosquejo: Breathing with Oxygen

    I wonder if his back reads “Ecko 72 Unlimited.”  But that’s besides the point—what an unflattering shirt.  Kids everywhere hit puberty then like Jessie get all excited and stop at nothing to show off the guns.  So, what’s his excuse?

    I mean, seriously, a sleeveless tee has got to be the absolute worst top Mighty Mouse over here could ever possibly wear.  And then he goes on to tuck it into the front of his jeans.  Oh, the humanity!

  6. pleatsareforlovers:

    cbenjamin:

    Brooks Brothers CLEARLY is on one. As crazy as this jacket is, I would totally rock it with some grey Donegal tweed trousers, white OCBD, navy knit tie, black longwings, and black OJ gloves on some Thom Browne evil professor type shit.

    Ooh. This is dope.

    And don’t get it twisted, I want to burn Mr. Dent’s face over here so that he can fully play the part.  

    My dudes, you serious?  ”On one”?  ”Dope”?  Combine that and you’re correct: Brooks Brothers is on dope.  And I’m not talkin that shitty doots you find on college campuses, I mean free base mixed with fucking rat poison.  I don’t care if that jacket is made from white Panda choked out by Hulk Hogan in China for your birthday.  It’s shit, end of story.