Agreeable Menswear Post Of The Day

Oh I know that. I was just looking at it on my phone quickly and sort of glanced at the face.

Got ya. Actually when I first came across it I had to look twice too. Damn puny screen. But, bigger i-Phones due out any day now
 
Charlie Watts: approve heartily
Kaga: all this time I thought Kaga-san was a sock! Looks good but I don't understand the whole tie penis business,
 
Kaga: all this time I thought Kaga-san was a sock! Looks good but I don't understand the whole tie penis business,

Just make sure you don't confuse Kenji Kaga of Tie Your Tie with the inimitable Chairman Kaga of Iron Chef fame!

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Kaga: all this time I thought Kaga-san was a sock! Looks good but I don't understand the whole tie penis business,

fwiw, this is not a positive comment. leaves a lot of sour taste in the mouth ..., imo.
 
From Vox's tumblr:

My apologies for being so delayed in creating a “Frequently Asked Questions” section for this blog. Here is a draft…I hope that is useful to you.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: What is your blog really about?

A: My blog is about when our vanities are greater than our miseries.

Q: So many of the things that you wear are really expensive. Do you have any product recommendations for a guy starting with a modest budget on what to acquire for his sartorial collection?

A: No.

Q: Do you have any advice on what to wear for a job interview or a wedding?

A: After looking at your photograph, I do: try to marry so that you do not need to go on job interviews. This is really your best chance.

Q: Why do you always block out or keep your face out of photographs of yourself?

A: I prefer not to be murdered by dudes who wear Allen Edmonds seconds.

Q: Why don’t you do any clothing and accessory reviews or recommendations, have any advertising, or visit makers, and things like that which other bloggers do?

A: By the time that I started microblogging, all the free stuff was already claimed by other bloggers. The only unclaimed stuff was Banana Republic, and I didn’t want that.

Q: Why do you always poke fun at Pitti Uomo?

A: Honestly? It’s solely because of the name, which I take as a call to action.

Q: Your dressing room is larger than my apartment!

A: That’s not really a question.

Q: Why did you stop posting on any menswear discussion forums over two years ago?

A: It’s rather embarrassing, but I forgot my password. I know that the word “derp” is part of it, but the rest now eludes me. Old age, I guess.

Q: How do you manage to feature so many high-resolution versions of stylish classic photographs?

A: I take all the photographs on my tumblr myself. I’ve been doing that for, oh, over a hundred years, maybe longer.

Q: So many of your personal photographs—in which you are simply standing—seem so unnatural. Why don’t you do stuff like using you cell phone or look at your watch, or maybe sit on a wall? You know, dynamic stuff like that?

A: I agree that standing still is an unnatural human activity. Very few men can even do it today. The fact is, I am too poor to own a cell phone or watch, and walls make me nervous.
 
Victor disappeared from SF a while back, but since we're friends on Facebook I still get to enjoy some of his fit pics. This is one of his less dramatic pictures. It's one I enjoy though.

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He looks like he cut back on the steroids.
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the only I thing I couldn't stand of Victor is his obsession for wearing double cuffs shirts on every shirt/outfits (even jeans)

That and the fact that his Berlutti briefcase never got a scratch on his daily commute. It was like new after nearly a year of use.
 
Why do the third guy's pocket flaps look trapezoidal? Old folks generally dispense with excess frippery and look more natural and effortless.
The lady in green is great. I could do a whole thread on her.
 
I have been going through my GQ collection of the past few years. There are some great pictures that I enjoy. Now just have to find a scanner and upload.
 

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