1. trustitude:

No one can do a tank top look better than he does

Witnesses claimed to have heard Mr. Vukmirovic howl while this photo was taken that “Leandra Medine ain’t got SHIT on me!”
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    trustitude:

    No one can do a tank top look better than he does

    Witnesses claimed to have heard Mr. Vukmirovic howl while this photo was taken that “Leandra Medine ain’t got SHIT on me!”

  2. washywashy:

Love this combination.

Apologies for not updating Pitti the Fool and for slacking on my insta-game—shit got really real in Europe.  Couldn’t keep up.  My bad.  Alas, let’s keep it moving…
Poor Goose over here is a walking abortion.  I mean, showing up to Pitti with your blazer completely buttoned is a sartorialist’s nightmare equivalent to showing up to the first day of high school pantless.  WOOF.

    washywashy:

    Love this combination.

    Apologies for not updating Pitti the Fool and for slacking on my insta-game—shit got really real in Europe.  Couldn’t keep up.  My bad.  Alas, let’s keep it moving

    Poor Goose over here is a walking abortion.  I mean, showing up to Pitti with your blazer completely buttoned is a sartorialist’s nightmare equivalent to showing up to the first day of high school pantless.  WOOF.

  3. 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

  4. Is summer menswear just as bad as some of the shit they have during autumn/winter?

  5. maxtonmen:

knit cardigan

What you can’t tell from this picture is that Disco Stu over here runs an Etsy shop specializing in hand-made scarves woven from his own glorious and bountiful coat of chest hair.  You know, in case you were wondering why he even bothers wearing a scarf with his chest all out in the open and shit like that.  
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    maxtonmen:

    knit cardigan

    What you can’t tell from this picture is that Disco Stu over here runs an Etsy shop specializing in hand-made scarves woven from his own glorious and bountiful coat of chest hair.  You know, in case you were wondering why he even bothers wearing a scarf with his chest all out in the open and shit like that.  

  6. Notice how you do not recognize neither Captain Dickhead nor Lieutenant Doucher despite having obviously attended Pitti Uomo, a place that produces enough photos to break the Internet?  That should raise a flag the color red like a fuckin’ low battery.  Especially my mans on the left—tweed shooting blazer on some pleated suit pants?  I mean, I hope and pray to God that’s because Alitalia lost his luggage, because that shit’s foul like crack in the ’80s.
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    Notice how you do not recognize neither Captain Dickhead nor Lieutenant Doucher despite having obviously attended Pitti Uomo, a place that produces enough photos to break the Internet?  That should raise a flag the color red like a fuckin’ low battery.  Especially my mans on the left—tweed shooting blazer on some pleated suit pants?  I mean, I hope and pray to God that’s because Alitalia lost his luggage, because that shit’s foul like crack in the ’80s.

    (Source: vizatrix, via tetinotete)

  7. In Tokyo, you get, like, the best street style ever, dude.  You just, like, pull in and get spit right out of them…you just drop in and smack your kicks, like, wapah!  Just drop back in like BAH!  Just ride the streets and get so Pitti’d.  So Pitti’d like that!
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  8. 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.

  9. howtotalktogirlsatparties:

Pitti is so stylish that all you can do is grimace.

The truth is out: Lawrence hired me as his bodyguard for the weekend.  Sorry for all the lies.
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    howtotalktogirlsatparties:

    Pitti is so stylish that all you can do is grimace.

    The truth is out: Lawrence hired me as his bodyguard for the weekend.  Sorry for all the lies.

    (Source: downeastandout)