Agreeable Menswear Post Of The Day

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DB Solaro looking pretty good on this chap.
 
French industrialist François Pinault (Kering) in Smalto (very probable) or Camps.

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Pimpernel Smith said:
Sadly his return to Bridlington didn't end very well. But the countryside around there is very nice, shame about Hull.
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Well he was one of the originals in the Gay Scene when it took on capital letters, so that sort of thing is not entirely unexpected.


Enrico Cuccia said:
What do you think about this JFK casual outfit?
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That he only looks as good as his (opulent) surroundings.
 
TheUntermensch said:
Well he was one of the originals in the Gay Scene when it took on capital letters, so that sort of thing is not entirely unexpected.




That he only looks as good as his (opulent) surroundings.
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Sorry but I was talking about the kind of shoes combined with polo shirt. Actually I like.
 
InstaHate said:
Hugo Jacomet dyed his hair?
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He lives undead,


Cascaded darkness
Walls close in on me.
Nailed shut but my eyes still see.
Severe anguish as my body evolves.
The pain of life after death it resolves.



Emptiness in twilight's rebirth,
The faint sounds of shoveled earth.
Madness growing as your mind dissolves.
Merely secret in my dreams.



Night grows cold, twilight's near,
On the edge of madness the wounds are sheared.
Forms of hanging, flesh shredded carcass
No spared breath.
Imprisoned in a shell, ready to explode.
Dead soul,
Stone cold,
Out into the night.

Voices inside my head
Hold me under.
Voices oppress.
Like roaring thunder.
An echo bouncing inside my brain.
How much can I take of the pain,
The pain!

A war raging deep inside my head,
A split decision that will end with me dead.

You see the agony in my eyes,
Protruding aimless,
I think it's time to die.



A cannibal's desire feeds the fire
that burns in your head.



Intense pain eats away at your brain,
Thorazine pumping through your veins.



Death walks inside you,
Smell death around you,
Hell's evil spell takes a soul,
Hear the sound of the bell
Counting off death tolls.



Laughing as you eternally rot,
Searching for human flesh
And life's blood.



Live Undead.

Dead
 
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Lumpen said:
He lives undead,


Cascaded darkness
Walls close in on me.
Nailed shut but my eyes still see.
Severe anguish as my body evolves.
The pain of life after death it resolves.



Emptiness in twilight's rebirth,
The faint sounds of shoveled earth.
Madness growing as your mind dissolves.
Merely secret in my dreams.



Night grows cold, twilight's near,
On the edge of madness the wounds are sheared.
Forms of hanging, flesh shredded carcass
No spared breath.
Imprisoned in a shell, ready to explode.
Dead soul,
Stone cold,
Out into the night.

Voices inside my head
Hold me under.
Voices oppress.
Like roaring thunder.
An echo bouncing inside my brain.
How much can I take of the pain,
The pain!

A war raging deep inside my head,
A split decision that will end with me dead.

You see the agony in my eyes,
Protruding aimless,
I think it's time to die.



A cannibal's desire feeds the fire
that burns in your head.



Intense pain eats away at your brain,
Thorazine pumping through your veins.



Death walks inside you,
Smell death around you,
Hell's evil spell takes a soul,
Hear the sound of the bell
Counting off death tolls.



Laughing as you eternally rot,
Searching for human flesh
And life's blood.



Live Undead.

Dead
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That's not rock 'n roll poetry, this is:

 
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