Showing posts with label Man Style. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Man Style. Show all posts

Monday

Vivienne Westwood Forgot Her Meds

Granted most guys on earth dress like shit anyway, but I look to the runways to steer them towards improvement, not further peril. Let me share with you some choice looks from the completely disjointed and bizarre men's Pre-Fall 2009 collection by older-than-fuck fashion rockstar Vivienne Westwood. God love her for pioneering decades of fearless visual bitchslap style, and having that vision years before she got her first rubber sweater over Johnny Rotten's greasy head. But I'm not going to lie - after this shambling shitshow (with like a handful of straight up suits mixed in?), she might wanna stick to womenswear.
Then again what do I know, maybe I just don't understand her genius and she's trying to appeal to these untapped niche markets:

Ex 90's Club Kids
Dave Matthew's Band roadies
John Cougar Mellencamp
Black dudes who really want to get beat up
Psychedelic... chicken... warriors?

[All photos by Davide Maestri via WWD]

Wednesday

Man Style '08

In the trench at Costume National (Photo: Don Ashby)

According to Style.com, the sweetest things for guys to rock in '08 are:
- trenches in anything but camel/tan
- colored shoes
- sweater vests
- broken-in jeans
- rolled-up pants
- dressing like a skinhead (Docs, suspenders)
- large watches
- collared polo shirts
- jackets with brass buttons
- linen houndstooth
- pomaded parted 60's dad hair
- a classic briefcase

In short: We're talking a cross between the asshole guy you're s'posed to hate in any 80's movie, half the cast of "Prison Break", and your grandfather both "back in the day" and retired in Boca. Talk about a shit medley!
My take-aways: Go with the splash of color on your feet (check out the shoes on Topman.com), the classic trench, the polo (collars DOWN) and and the ever-cute sweater vest. And maybe even the briefcase, as long as you really have a job and it's not just full of empty pot bags you're afraid to throw away.

Tuesday

Menswear Moment

Looks like starving French fashion alien Hedi Slimane is in talks once again to have his own label. The renowned menswear designer had a bad breakup with Dior Homme last year, and dropped previous negotiations concerning a line in his own name last spring. If and when he does, I'll be sure to check Filene's Basement 5 seasons later for the castoffs. (As if my boyfriend knows the difference.) Gay Skeletor makes a mean suit.