Panned on the Sartorialist. Comments there.
They like the colors. They do not like the cape. They object to the stains on his clothes. Some like his confidence.
This post got more comments than other posts around it. And you'll notice comments over there generally have decreased considerably.
On this one, I thought the shoulder thing might be a heating pad. Others joke it's inflatable.
I went there searching for hipsters.
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Is that the living version of the lying Chinese ebay vendor's lithopish butt-plant?
I'm still marveling over that wonder of reproduction. Wondering about that marvel works too.
No, that is not a lying version. That is the very real Emiliano Salci a fashion designer. He's always putting together unusual things.
Here, just look at him. Duckduckgo images [Emiliano Salci]
Living version, not lying version. The inspiration that prompted the lying liphot seller to put together and promote a vibrant arrangement of smiling green sperm on a bed of orange rocks, appears to have visited this designer as well.
I'm colorblind too.
Well, there you go. In the light of morning, without the Lux filter on, I see him wearing blue pants and a yellow shirt. While the lying sperm plant is still orange and green. Go figure. A change in light that makes it look as though he decided to change into something different after seeing how closely his ensemble resembled a Chinese ebay lithop.
The thing about The Sartorialist is that for every truly stylish person in a stylish outfit he photographs there are at least fifteen photographs of kooks in kookie outfits. This is the peculiar weakness of the whole fashion world. Everybody wants to come up with something daring, different and new; but the fact is that the parameters of good (classical) dressing are quite narrow. And every divergence from those parameters (or rules) flirts with a clownish appearance.
For my mom, appearance management was everything. It mattered much more than the heart. I helped her pick out the clothes she wanted to have on her body in the casket, and the funeral home did their part to make her look nice. In the end, what she wore and what kind of fashion statement she made, in life and death, mattered less than who she was, how she acted and what she said to those who knew or loved her.
It's his new fall line "Le Gens de Walmart", but it needs more ass cleavage.
And here I was thinking he was the guy who fought Spiderman in issue 235.
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