1. NICE DOUBLE-BREASTED SPANX, YOU FUCKING MORON.  ARE YOU FLEXING?!

    NICE DOUBLE-BREASTED SPANX, YOU FUCKING MORON.  ARE YOU FLEXING?!

    (Source: stylestation1)

  2. 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.

    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.

    (Source: chocolate4lulu)

  3. In an attempt to appear classy, homeboy takes his shot at the clip-on bow tie, which ironically makes him about as classy as someone in his mid-twenties looking to complete the Tour de Franzia.  
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    In an attempt to appear classy, homeboy takes his shot at the clip-on bow tie, which ironically makes him about as classy as someone in his mid-twenties looking to complete the Tour de Franzia.  

    (Source: nighthike)

  4. mensfashionworld:

7FAM Fall 2011 Lookbook

I saw about 100 carbon copies of this fool wondering why they couldn’t get into a bunch of clubs in New York this weekend.  Never mind the fact that they showed up about five Redbull-vodkas deep with 10 of their most bro’d out bros looking to get weird with the ultra-violence, they also looked like it was the first time they had ever dressed themselves with their shirts hanging down by their crotches.  
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    mensfashionworld:

    7FAM Fall 2011 Lookbook

    I saw about 100 carbon copies of this fool wondering why they couldn’t get into a bunch of clubs in New York this weekend.  Never mind the fact that they showed up about five Redbull-vodkas deep with 10 of their most bro’d out bros looking to get weird with the ultra-violence, they also looked like it was the first time they had ever dressed themselves with their shirts hanging down by their crotches.  

  5. Congratulations, you have just successfully completed the “I can’t stand within 100 yards of an elementary school without administration, staff or a concerned neighbor calling the cops" look.
  6. And this is exactly the reason why you shouldn’t sell out for a girl.  Yesterday, homeboy was wearing two different pairs of socks and selling weed to teenagers at the local high school out of his rape van.  Today, reformed water trash over here is looking like a hypeman for a Blink 182 reunion tour.  Moral of the story?  Even if you are Grade A water trash, never, never, never, never change for some chick.  

    And this is exactly the reason why you shouldn’t sell out for a girl.  Yesterday, homeboy was wearing two different pairs of socks and selling weed to teenagers at the local high school out of his rape van.  Today, reformed water trash over here is looking like a hypeman for a Blink 182 reunion tour.  Moral of the story?  Even if you are Grade A water trash, never, never, never, never change for some chick.  

    (Source: weekendlust)

  7. He’s the only person in the world who did not wake up in a cold sweat each time he had that dream where he went to school wearing no pants.  At least he’s not fully torqued—that would’ve been weird.
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    He’s the only person in the world who did not wake up in a cold sweat each time he had that dream where he went to school wearing no pants.  At least he’s not fully torqued—that would’ve been weird.

    (Source: thms)

  8. ybnormal:

#fashion #lookbook #runway #presentation #springsummer #spring2012 #summer2012 #fashionweek #tokyo #models #tokyofashionweek #ybwantshimtowear #menswear #ato (Taken with instagram)

First time I’ve ever seen Spanx over a garment, but whatever keeps you tight…
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    ybnormal:

    #fashion #lookbook #runway #presentation #springsummer #spring2012 #summer2012 #fashionweek #tokyo #models #tokyofashionweek #ybwantshimtowear #menswear #ato (Taken with instagram)

    First time I’ve ever seen Spanx over a garment, but whatever keeps you tight

  9. Any advice for getting over a girl?

    Anon dude,

    The worst thing you can possibly do is blame yourself that things didn’t work out.  It’s important to remember that there are greater forces than ourselves at play—whether that be some higher power, pheromones, your partner, the zodiac or the alignment of orbital masses—that have a large effect on how relationships turn out.

    That being said, it’s also paramount that you realize this most likely will not be the last time you are hurt, nor are you the first man to have ever been hurt, by a member of the “fairer” sex (note that “fairer” is in quotes—many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman).  And even if she did something despicable, don’t place too much blame or focus too much hatred on her, either.  If she truly is that evil, then the relationship would have fallen apart at one point or another in the future anyways, so why waste your breath?

    Once you have understood these tenets, then you can grieve.  And grieve you must—compartmentalizing shit too quickly will give you a perverse sense of reality and probably cause you to behave like House or Charlie Sheen.  Instead, read some literature on the matter (Women by Bukowski is an excellent break up novel) and listen to some break up records (Hank Moody would suggest Blood on the Tracks by Dylan, but I myself suggest the Love Language’s self-titled debut as a modern take on such a record—isn’t it amazing that High Fidelity somehow did not have an all-time top-5 break up records segment, by the way?).  It’s important to cut ties with your ex during the grieving period because you will reach out to her during moments of weakness, whether it be to argue or spill your guts, if you have her number on speed dial.  

    Finally, occupy your mind until the thought of her becomes so diluted and insignificant that you can truly be said to have rid her from your conscious and subconscious.  And feel free to do this however you like (so long as you are respectful of the fact that you are a member of a society who has taken a tacit oath to not be too big of a dickhead to those around you): get shitfaced with friends, play chess, climb a mountain, drown in a sea of pointless pussy…you get the idea.

    Once you have done these things, go back in the dating pool.  I’m sure you’ll find a stingray looking to swim. 

    Oh, and if it sounds like I am a man who knows what he is talking about or that I am just a rambling idiot, it’s probably because I am (unfortunately) both of these things.  Cheers.

    - NTB

  10. 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.  

  11. jazzmjetson:

LOVE THISSSS
MEOW!

Should’ve gone for the bear coat, at least then he could’ve engaged in bear puns.  

    jazzmjetson:

    LOVE THISSSS

    MEOW!

    Should’ve gone for the bear coat, at least then he could’ve engaged in bear puns.  

    (Source: glitterspiller)

  12. olivessandfeta:

stranger #9
lovin’ itttt.

Looks like the lower half of a man who would post up outside a church in a rape van asking children if they would help him find his lost puppy. 

    olivessandfeta:

    stranger #9

    lovin’ itttt.

    Looks like the lower half of a man who would post up outside a church in a rape van asking children if they would help him find his lost puppy

    (via olivessandfeta-deactivated20120)

  13. Hey bro, your blog really makes my think about the way I'm dressed. And I wonder what you say about the schott perfecto leather jacket. I thought about buying one, but then I saw some morons with the jackets.

    At $480, the Perfecto is extremely reasonable which explains why every poser and his mother owns it.  To be perfectly honest, outside of the Perfecto, you’re going to encounter much difficulty trying to find a quality bad boy style moto leather jacket south of $800.  The only options that come to mind are copping the Belstaff H Racer or stumbling upon some vintage-grail-shit-hiding-in-a-consignment-shop piece.  Good luck.  

  14. thenyliteproject:

Nylite Project Philippines
Jujin Samonte, The Boy Who Cried Chos

Wow, well, what can I say about Jujin, besides the fact that homie looks like he hopped up out a trash can, or that his “blog” looks like it was written by an 11 year-old with ADHD who just finished hotboxing with God?  This kid is special.  
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    thenyliteproject:

    Nylite Project Philippines

    Jujin Samonte, The Boy Who Cried Chos

    Wow, well, what can I say about Jujin, besides the fact that homie looks like he hopped up out a trash can, or that his “blog” looks like it was written by an 11 year-old with ADHD who just finished hotboxing with God?  This kid is special.  

    (Source: tretorn)

  15. nostalgicabe:

My homie Jon sportin’ his new custom made suit by Proper Suit - San Francisco.

Oh yeah, suit’s dope, blah blah blah…but it looks like your homie Jon woke up late for work and, forced to bypass his morning brew, sleepily forgot he was wearing a navy suit with brown shoes.  
Black tie, really?  This is day one shit, bro.  
EDIT: Guys, guys, guys: READING COMPREHENSION.  Navy and brown is beautiful; I’m beefing with the black tie.  Looks like y’all are bypassing your morning brew, too.
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    nostalgicabe:

    My homie Jon sportin’ his new custom made suit by Proper Suit - San Francisco.

    Oh yeah, suit’s dope, blah blah blah…but it looks like your homie Jon woke up late for work and, forced to bypass his morning brew, sleepily forgot he was wearing a navy suit with brown shoes.  

    Black tie, really?  This is day one shit, bro.  

    EDIT: Guys, guys, guys: READING COMPREHENSION.  Navy and brown is beautiful; I’m beefing with the black tie.  Looks like y’all are bypassing your morning brew, too.