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Why is he wearing my couch?
Comments closed. Sy beat me to it.
Why is he wearing my couch?You live with Jane Hamsher?
He looks like Opie was forced to wear a suit made from Aunt Bea's Sunday best.Creepy.
Ann added:But I love this street as the ultimate runway.LOL!/insert your own Rudy Giuliani cross-dressing joke here
I think I just vomited in my mouth.
That's what happens when you get the late Jerry Garcia to design a child's Easter suit. I don't have a joke to get me from a child's suit to an adult's though. I mean, it's not a laughing matter.
"masculinity"A misplaced tag, no?
Are you saying that Jerry is dead? O, shit. Tell me that is not true. Do not be harshing my mellow this late at night.
Clearly, that is not a man.
Reminded me of the wonderful Dorcus Collection: http://www.lileks.com/institute/dorcus/husky.html
Looks like something Obama would wear to a community organizer meeting.
Looks like something Obama would wear to a community organizer meeting.With a protective plastic covering still on, so nothing rubs off.
Are you saying that Jerry is dead? O, shit. Tell me that is not true. Do not be harshing my mellow this late at night.Relax, man, it's cool. I think I just hallucinated it.
Have fashion designers lost their minds? Why design something that absolutely no one is ever going to wear off that runway... something they couldn't give away?I really want to know. Is there some artistic aspect of it I'm missing that makes it worthwhile for simply existing?Is the rest of their line actually wearable?Or am I just hopelessly out of touch?
Talk about men in shorts. All he needs is one of those tiny tea cup dogs and he will fit right in rhhardin's neighborhood.
Phew - that was close - I thought for a minute that the clothing would look ridiculous. I spent the afternoon sawing a white oak felled by Hurricane Hanna, knee deep in poison ivy, in the heat and humidity, and wouldn't you know it - that was exactly the outfit I was wearing. Spooky, innit? I'm a lumberjack and I'm ok...
"Palin is already playing the image game like a pro. When Sen. John McCain accepted the nomination Thursday night, she wore a black satin jacket that dipped just low enough in front so you could see some cleavage. In this political marriage, Palin clearly knows she's the trophy.""Her hair is a study in contrasts, carefree and "done" at the same time. The untidiness of her updo has a can-do spirit that says, "I have more important things to do than worry about my hair, so I just twirled it into this clip so I could get to the real business of governing and shooting caribou and having babies and taking them to hockey practice." "The bouffant in the front, which appears to be teased from underneath, is more traditional, to appeal to the GOP base and those big donors from Houston who've been known to fly with their hairstylists on their private planes. And yet, you get the feeling that at the end of the day, she could shake out that lustrous mane (longer than any other major female U.S. political figure's) and get it on with her man. She wears skirts that are quite form-fitting"http://www.latimes.com/news/politics/la-ig-notebook7-2008sep07,0,7585060.story
Or am I just hopelessly out of touch?Donna, don't sweat getting it. Most designer togs are made for a small cadre of people who will only wear it to make a statement. Not quite Gothic Lolitas, though, but close.The best place to see these fashionistas in street action is The Sartorialist.Individuality is one thing, but few of them have a style.
Bill Cunningham, the photographer narrating the slideshow in the second link, used to be my neighbor in the Carnegie Hall studios. Glad to find out that they haven't driven him out of the building yet, as they did with almost all the other tenants.
I look forward to Bill Cunningham's report every week.
Jumping the gun on Europe's forthcoming ban on non-gender stereotyped advertisement?
If Europe's impending crackdown on "gender stereotyping" results in everyone wearing identical blue jumpsuits thus putting an end to the fashion industry, and removing nonsense like these Little-Lord-Fauntleroy-on-lysergic-acid-rummages-in-the-remnant-bag outfits from the face of the Earth, along with the dour, prissy, unhealthy little coke-siphons that trot around in them, I'll be happy.
Proof, once again, that you can get models (and actors for that matter) to pretty much do, or wear, anything.
Little-Lord-FauntleroyYou beat me to it. I came here to post:Great Aunt Fauntleroy cannot find her drapes. The naughty Little Lord has taken them.
Track would never wear this.
ThangQ vbspurs. I feel much better now. I thinq.I'm reminded of my delight in watching the landscape construction across the street from my daughter's house while I babysat for her...One really hot dude in hot pant cutoffs and no shirt...He had "style" and I think even Althouse might have appreciated it ;-)
To Professor Althouse.Dear Madam,As the Ghost of a Gentleman, dead these 260 Years and more, you may imagine at the Changes I have observ'd in Fashion and Cloathing. Nay, you know too well this Topick that I habitually pitch upon. But before I discourse upon the very odd Cloathes shewn in the Pictures you append, I must say a few Words upon your distract'd Commonwealth, that is, the odd Condition of the United States of America.Pray, Madam, do not take it amiss that I have seem'd to neglect my Duties as Surveyor of Lunaticks for this, your Theatre of Topicks (as I call it); for there are such Numbers of Lunaticks abroad, both in and out of your Theatre, that I confess there is nothing my paltry Powers can perform, but stand agog at the Legions of Madmen, advancing en masse, as 'twere, upon your Politicks, and, ineluctably, your own Theatre.They seem to have sprung entire from the Forehead of some invert'd Zeus, inspir'd by the unaccount'd Powers of Mr. Obama & 'specially Mrs. Palin to drive both Reason & Truth from Publick Discourse. These Lunaticks are afflict'd with every ris'n distemper'd Humour, rendering their diseas'd Brains unfit for any Use, save endless Scribblings & Rants, imagining they would drive the Success of one Faction or Another.Rational & well-bred Persons may look ascance at these latter-day Whigs & Tories, behaving no better and likely worse than they did in my Day, empower'd, as they are, by the Internet. I confess that I cannot but tremble, after my ghostly Way, for the Future of your Country, with such unworthy Politicks & false Sentiments assailing the Citizens of a formerly manly Nation, founded as 'twas upon the Maxims of British Liberty, the first of which ought to be Restraint.This was lately taught in my Day by Memories of Civil War, the Regicide of King Charles the Martyr, the Commonwealth, the so-call'd Glorious Revolution, and the miserable Age of Vituperation that follow'd. 'Tis a very dangerous Thing, Madam, with such nightmarish military & civil Power gather'd into the Hands of your Republick (as we could only dream of in my Age), to allow distract'd, nay mad Politicks to burrow, like so many Worms, into the Timbers of your Ship of State. 'Tis not an Exaggeration to say that the Fate of the World depends upon the keeping of this Vessel in Repair. The History of Republicks provides a thousand Examples of Decay & Failure, from which even the most indolent Student of Politicks could not fail to draw sombre and perhaps urgent Lessons.I commend to your Audience the famous Story of how Rome was thrice gull'd by Caesar, whose chief Care was to avoid Downfall at the Hands of his Enemies by appearing at the Gates of Rome at the Head of an Army. I especially commend this to Sen. Biden and Mrs. Hampsher, both of whom seem to be possess'd of Ignorance that would embarrass a Schoolboy and frighten a Statesman.I see that I have tak'n up more than my Due of the Audience's Time & Patience. Pray, forgive me if I neglect the Topick of odd Cloathes for at least this Epistle, and return to it perhaps on another Occasion, when my poor Spirit is better able to oblige the Publick, as well as the charming impressaria of this House, with a lighter & more airy Discourse as befits the intend'd Topick.Assuring you that, as a disembody'd Spirit, I have no Choice but to remain light & airy in Substance, and shall continue tho' the World ends, I am,Madam,Your most humble & obt. Servant,Sir Archy
The last one, it says Dexy's Midnight Runners to me. Fierce!
Talk about bully bait...wow! Which pocket is the lunch money in??
That's male fraud.
Modern heterosexual women like hairless, gay-looking guys. This is the natural evolution. You go girls!
I think I'm gonna puke. Come to think of it, it looks like somebody did puke.
"He looks like Opie was forced to wear a suit made from Aunt Bea's [Sunday best] winter drapes."FTFY.
It's like Yves St. Laurent is doing the costumes for a Broadway revival of "The Sound of Music."
It's the "Sound of Music" curtains.
He looks like he needs a severe spanking for dressing like this.
Not fair. You're just taking advantage of the terrible fabric to make shorts look bad.
Ms. Hathaway's cloned grandchildren model "The Whitest Fashions Possible"
It's like Little Lord Fauntleroy.Perhaps the further emasculating of the Western male?I'm waiting for silk stockings.
Oh, I dunno; it was just something I saw in a window.
Does it come in XXL?
Is that Rick Astley?
Is that Rick Astley?No, Angus Younghttp://membres.lycos.fr/wcweb/images/zic/AC_DC.jpg
David Bowie at 12 years old......
Sir Archy is correct: this outfit puts the loathing back in cloathing.
How would a hairy guy, like me, look in that?Like a Newfoundland hiding in my curtains.
It's not just clothing... it's birth control!
More "Obedient Sons" (a little bit of gay coding here -- re: Silver Daddies and their "sons"From my sideblog:http://americandigest.org/sidelines/archives/2008/07/shorts_crack_th.htmlComplete with hysterical quote.
I want to hunt this animal, skin it, and make it a nice a couch throw.
Is that the new negative refraction material (that Instapundit linked a little while back) made into camouflage gear for urban warfare? Or maybe it's psychological warfare meant to make our enemies die from laughter.
I hate to admit it, but I thought of that scene in the movie Slapshot (written by a woman, by the way) where Paul Newmamn's character says:Reggie Dunlop: You know, your son looks like a fag to me. Anita McCambridge: I beg your pardon? Reggie Dunlop: You better get re-married again, or he's gonna have someone's cock in his mouth before you can say Jack Robinson. Anita McCambridge: How dare you! How dare you!
I am pleased, Sir Archy, to see that you are still rendering pure English prose, the likes of which have not been seen since the days of Mr Johnson (and I refer not to that scurrilous knave who ruled from "la Maison Blanc" after the gallant knight from Camelot was so cruelly murder'd).They say (or used to) that "clothes make the man". (The oldest source I could find for that is "Latin proverb": "Vestis Virim Facet". (Though there doesn't seem to be a lot you can do with a toga.)Anyone who says "westis wirim .." gets a pie in the face.A related quote comes from Sir Walter Raleigh (with whom Sir Archy may have coresponded). (Before reading it, keep in mind the age in which Sir Walter penned it.)"No man is esteemed for gay garments but by fools and women."This is known as "timeless wisdom". The hard part of those so-called "fashion shows" is finding people willing to make fools of themselves in public. On the other hand, maybe there's a special drug the "designers" use on the models. It makes them think they're wearing a black-tie tuxedo, with a Beretta in a shoulder holster.
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