1. It’s no secret that Tres Bien Shop is one of my favorite e-shops out there.  And I gots mad love for the dude Sune—anyone who has to stand in front of a camera to model 656779 pieces of clothing each season gets love in my book.  But man, someone fell asleep at the wheel here.  Are you kidding me?  That wedgie is so deep it looks as if his chinos are actively trying to reach his large intestine. In any event, none of this changes my opinion with respect to Tres Bien (or Sune).  In fact, I’ll probably buy said chinos, tonight.  I’m just shocked shit like this (no pun intended) goes unnoticed.

    It’s no secret that Tres Bien Shop is one of my favorite e-shops out there.  And I gots mad love for the dude Sune—anyone who has to stand in front of a camera to model 656779 pieces of clothing each season gets love in my book.  But man, someone fell asleep at the wheel here.  Are you kidding me?  That wedgie is so deep it looks as if his chinos are actively trying to reach his large intestine.

    In any event, none of this changes my opinion with respect to Tres Bien (or Sune).  In fact, I’ll probably buy said chinos, tonight.  I’m just shocked shit like this (no pun intended) goes unnoticed.

    August 18, 2011

  2. Sale? FAIL! Chronicles of a Menswear Junkie

    It’s Sunday night, July 3, and while the rest of NYC is celebrating our nation’s birthday by destroying their livers, I’m playing FIFA ‘11, waiting.  

    I spent a good part of June in preparation for July 4.  But I wasn’t stockpiling on burgers and beer, nor was I planning an elaborate way to wrap dead animals in bacon.  No, I was cultivating a list of items at Tres Bien Shop deserving enough to fight for a spot in my closet.  Yes, I am pathetic.  But hold on, it gets worse.

    Tres Bien Shop’s summer sale is to me what half-Christmas is to Adam Devine.  Too bad it isn’t as unknown as half-Christmas.  Over the years menswear heads have wiped the Lords of Malmo clean during its semi-annual sale.  And this is where my story gets interesting (read: particularly pathetic).

    The sale was scheduled to start at 9 a.m. CEST.  That’s 3 a.m. EST for the unworldly heathens out there.  At about 2:55 a.m., I bust out wishlist and begin watching the paint dry.  I notice tresbienshop.net is acting a bit funny, but I think nothing of it.  At 3:00 a.m., happy as hell, I get smacked in the face with an error message.  WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

    After almost two hours of tweeting at the folks from Tres Bien (and frantically trying to reload my browser every 30 seconds), I start fading.  Consecutive long nights at the Blind Barber will do that to you.  At about a quarter to five, I’m assed-out.  

    I woke up at 7:30 a.m., sitting upright in my computer chair, browser open…taunting me.  Let’s just put it this way: between the hours of 5:00 and 7:30, the sale was live.  Not a single item on my entire wishlist was left in my size.  Dries Van Noten Kain Suit?  Gone.  Adam Kimmel peak lapel unstructured blazer?  Thanks for playing.  

    It was a blood bath.

    Determined to buy something, I settled on a beautiful Our Legacy 3-roll-2 unstructured blazer.  The fabric is “English Cloth,” which, as far as I can tell, is just a fancy way to describe light weight 100s cotton.  

    I promised myself I’d focus on upgrading my business casual wardrobe until AW ‘11, but I just couldn’t help myself.  Plus, I will probably have a good time trying to find creative ways to dress the jacket up enough to wear around the office.  That being said, I’m taking suggestions.  #Hollerataplayawhenyouseemeinmyofficetrick.

    July 5, 2011