Further proof that a large portion of our idols have absolutely no taste whatsoever: they pay boners like Brad Goreski to dress them. Lawrence spoke God’s word when he said that people are under the assumption that “knotting up a bow tie suddenly makes you well-dressed.”
I mean, look at this turd. I wore shoes like that during my fist-pumping, eyebrow-waxing, D’Jais-frequenting days. Put another way: I wore shoes like that when I had no fucking idea how to dress like a normal member of society. So what does that say about B-Rad? I wish I could answer this question and just put an end to this rant, but how could I do such a thing when his trousers are billowing at his ankles like a useless parachute? Or when his waistcoat’s bottom button is fastened? And I know he loves his accessories, but dude, come on—he’s no Atticus Finch. What in God’s name is he carrying in his briefcase? A couple of extra pairs of underpants for the seemingly oft-occurring happenstance of him shitting himself in disbelief every time someone like Jessica Alba throws him a couple of bones for his “world class” styling abilities?
What a joke.