March 2012

Transition denim

Transition denim[ing] is the act of wearing denim that, sartorially speaking, used to be something else. Case in point, today I’m wearing denim shorts that used to be pants, voila – transition denim. There are other types though, OBbvVIooUSsly, like

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Transition denim

Transition denim[ing] is the act of wearing denim that, sartorially speaking, used to be something else. Case in point, today I’m wearing denim shorts that used to be pants, voila – transition denim. There are other types though, OBbvVIooUSsly, like

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Linen shirts and shoes for boats

THE LINEN IS HERE. THE LINEN IS HERE. It is/was un-fucking-seasonably warm out today. Sorry – vulgarity. But I just cannot contain my excitement for this weather. And what does any self-respecting man do when the weather hits run-through-the-streets -naked

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Linen shirts and shoes for boats

THE LINEN IS HERE. THE LINEN IS HERE. It is/was un-fucking-seasonably warm out today. Sorry – vulgarity. But I just cannot contain my excitement for this weather. And what does any self-respecting man do when the weather hits run-through-the-streets -naked

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The Cheez Whiz of hats

A few posts ago I wrote about the consummation between the laziness of my shirt and the season of Spring, the odd but very happily paired couple have since left the picture. In their figurative marriage now resides a hat

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The Cheez Whiz of hats

A few posts ago I wrote about the consummation between the laziness of my shirt and the season of Spring, the odd but very happily paired couple have since left the picture. In their figurative marriage now resides a hat

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Blazer: sartorial pick-me-up of choice

Sartorially speaking, I’m fairly proud of what I’ve accomplished today. I’m not usually one to wear a blazer for no reason other than something more formal than not. But today I kissed a blazer and I liked it, a corduroy

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Blazer: sartorial pick-me-up of choice

Sartorially speaking, I’m fairly proud of what I’ve accomplished today. I’m not usually one to wear a blazer for no reason other than something more formal than not. But today I kissed a blazer and I liked it, a corduroy

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Hair and henleys

Things said about my hair today: ‘Oh. Did you get caught in the wind?’ and ‘Hmm, that’s what my husband’s hair looked like in 1990.’ You help someone pick out a jacket and suddenly anything goes. Well my friend, my

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Hair and henleys

Things said about my hair today: ‘Oh. Did you get caught in the wind?’ and ‘Hmm, that’s what my husband’s hair looked like in 1990.’ You help someone pick out a jacket and suddenly anything goes. Well my friend, my

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Trials and tribulations of the popped collar

Through the depths of a middle-aged golf course a longtime feared creature lurks: the popped undershirt collar. It was once a sartorial device associated with our mid-life crisis suffering dads – but I’m here to tell you that is no

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Trials and tribulations of the popped collar

Through the depths of a middle-aged golf course a longtime feared creature lurks: the popped undershirt collar. It was once a sartorial device associated with our mid-life crisis suffering dads – but I’m here to tell you that is no

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Back to basics

If shit were to say, get authentic, I’d tell you that sometimes you don’t want to douse your self in denim, or sport plaid like it’s your job. So, underneath the full body denim and copious amounts of tartan a

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Back to basics

If shit were to say, get authentic, I’d tell you that sometimes you don’t want to douse your self in denim, or sport plaid like it’s your job. So, underneath the full body denim and copious amounts of tartan a

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Meet acid wash, the forgotten cousin

If blue denim had a quiet, misunderstood, rebellious cousin, it would without doubt be acid wash. Unfortunately, I have been the quiet, misunderstood, rebellious cousin, it is no picnic, folks –  I haven’t been, really, but I have wore acid

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Meet acid wash, the forgotten cousin

If blue denim had a quiet, misunderstood, rebellious cousin, it would without doubt be acid wash. Unfortunately, I have been the quiet, misunderstood, rebellious cousin, it is no picnic, folks –  I haven’t been, really, but I have wore acid

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