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.
your thoughts on D-Why... #menswear rapper?
This right here’s the type of dude who, at his eighth birthday party, stood on the diving board and screamed “Mommy…mommy…MOOOOOOOMMMMMYYY!!! Look at my cannonball!!!” Simply put: his lack of self-awareness and based sense of entitlement rival only that of one other person in the #menswear universe.
All that said, he’s actually pretty talented. But let’s face it, he’s a gimmick. Do you really think there’s widespread appeal for this kind of gimmick? I mean, in a day and age where GQ is struggling to keep about 600,000 monthly subscriptions, how can an act like this survive? Homeboy’s got some figuring out to do, and I wish him the best.
Why do people like Style Blogger?
I have spent many a sleepless night asking myself this very question. The only explanation I can proffer is that that sneaky bastard somehow orchestrated the world’s largest simultaneous inception and impregnated the minds of defenseless menswear neophytes—fuck, even some of its most tried veterans—across the globe. Kudos, Dan.
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.
the latest styleblogger post... :,(
Much like The Game said on his debut album, “I never take shots at legends, it’s just something I don’t do,” I’m not looking to go in on Mr. Macko. However, if Mr. Macko’s wardrobe does indeed “speak to who [he] is,” then he must be some cross among William Shatner, a Zulu warrior and a confused Japanese teenager. It also makes me believe that I will be very successful at whatever endeavor it is in which I find myself engaged.