Just a recommendation site for this very wet and springy (Trench Coat Appropriate) Tuesday.
From the boys at Street Etiquette. I'm quickly becoming addicted to that site.
http://streetetiquette.com/2011/04/25/spring-etiquette-the-trench-coat/
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Thursday, 14 April 2011
T/TH Union Rags April week 12
Feeling like I have to share this new term that I learned while adventuring down in southern Maine these past few weekends.
NUGBUGS = Continual wearers of the NorthFace tops/outerwear and UGG boots. I.e. Completely fucking lost in this bland and boring look.
Makes me giggle. Sorry.
Back on track. Spring is trying to peek out, and with it, some of the more adventurous are boldly choosing to embrace its fleeting appearances. Those who are successful are venturing to give brighter, cheery colors a chance to see the (occasional) sun, leaving big and puffy coats at home in favor of leather jackets and even my current favorite, the British trench coat. Even noticed a couple of guys wearing the more seasonal (well fitting) grey denim. Props.
However, it wouldn't be right if there weren't some noteworthy fuck ups to talk about this morning. First, it's still 35 degrees in the morning, and we have all but an hour maybe of 50+ temps. Therefore, not wise to go legging-less with a thin shirtdress yet. Fucking idiot. How attractive do you think you look with all of those goosebumps on those carelessly shaved legs? On the guy side of things, actually, there isn't much to say. Aside from the occasional shorts wearer, and rain soaked sweatpants bloke, not a whole lot to comment on.
I just wish, as per-ususual, that YOU STOP WEARING RUNNING SNEAKERS WITH EVERYTHING. They are athletic training shoes. For people who are doing motherfucking athletic training shit. Twat.
NUGBUGS = Continual wearers of the NorthFace tops/outerwear and UGG boots. I.e. Completely fucking lost in this bland and boring look.
Makes me giggle. Sorry.
Back on track. Spring is trying to peek out, and with it, some of the more adventurous are boldly choosing to embrace its fleeting appearances. Those who are successful are venturing to give brighter, cheery colors a chance to see the (occasional) sun, leaving big and puffy coats at home in favor of leather jackets and even my current favorite, the British trench coat. Even noticed a couple of guys wearing the more seasonal (well fitting) grey denim. Props.
However, it wouldn't be right if there weren't some noteworthy fuck ups to talk about this morning. First, it's still 35 degrees in the morning, and we have all but an hour maybe of 50+ temps. Therefore, not wise to go legging-less with a thin shirtdress yet. Fucking idiot. How attractive do you think you look with all of those goosebumps on those carelessly shaved legs? On the guy side of things, actually, there isn't much to say. Aside from the occasional shorts wearer, and rain soaked sweatpants bloke, not a whole lot to comment on.
I just wish, as per-ususual, that YOU STOP WEARING RUNNING SNEAKERS WITH EVERYTHING. They are athletic training shoes. For people who are doing motherfucking athletic training shit. Twat.
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Union Runway
I'm feeling kinda shitty today, so this will be short.
This is all I have to say
http://www.gilt.com/giltmanual/2011/03/to-pop-or-not-to-pop-the-collar/
Guys. Please. Read.
This is all I have to say
http://www.gilt.com/giltmanual/2011/03/to-pop-or-not-to-pop-the-collar/
Guys. Please. Read.
Thursday, 24 March 2011
T/TH Union style report
I want to start this new thing where I creatively comment on the state of style in the University of Maine's student union during my unnecessarily long morning break from class Tuesday and Thursdays. Has something similar already been done? Yes. Do I care? Not at all.
So, intro post. Here we go.
Guys. First, for the love of God. Please stop wearing your jeans right below your bumcheeks. You are not in high school and even people in bands have realized that that is no longer a valid style option. The belt makes it worse, and you walk like ducks. No one is exempt from this. Second, sticking with issues with jeans, buy jeans that fit and are suitable for your body's weight distribution. Guys with thick thighs and calves, sorry, but you cannot wear drainpipes. Likewise, the late 90's are well and truly over now, so there is no excuse for carpenter jeans or excessively loose denim. That said, there is something to be said about the fit of the big mall retailers (American Eagle, Hollister etc.) remember, expensive = good is not a reliable equation. You would be better served by buying one very good pair of jeans that fit, than from a big label that in addition to not fitting, are cheaply made. I can be fairly certain that the 7 for all Mankind jeans that I own will last until I am out of grad school (which for those of you not keeping score, is quite a while away...). Once you have some experience, hit up a Goodwill. Many good finds can be found if you know what you are looking for and it hurts your wallet less than a trip to Maccie D's.
Girls. What makes tans not sexy? I'll tell you. Being tan in fucking winter. Seriously, being fake bronze makes you look like a character from Jersey Shore against the massive fuck amounts of snow. Except you are in Maine, which makes it all worse. Skin color is like the rest of your wardrobe. Seasonal.
So, intro post. Here we go.
Guys. First, for the love of God. Please stop wearing your jeans right below your bumcheeks. You are not in high school and even people in bands have realized that that is no longer a valid style option. The belt makes it worse, and you walk like ducks. No one is exempt from this. Second, sticking with issues with jeans, buy jeans that fit and are suitable for your body's weight distribution. Guys with thick thighs and calves, sorry, but you cannot wear drainpipes. Likewise, the late 90's are well and truly over now, so there is no excuse for carpenter jeans or excessively loose denim. That said, there is something to be said about the fit of the big mall retailers (American Eagle, Hollister etc.) remember, expensive = good is not a reliable equation. You would be better served by buying one very good pair of jeans that fit, than from a big label that in addition to not fitting, are cheaply made. I can be fairly certain that the 7 for all Mankind jeans that I own will last until I am out of grad school (which for those of you not keeping score, is quite a while away...). Once you have some experience, hit up a Goodwill. Many good finds can be found if you know what you are looking for and it hurts your wallet less than a trip to Maccie D's.
Girls. What makes tans not sexy? I'll tell you. Being tan in fucking winter. Seriously, being fake bronze makes you look like a character from Jersey Shore against the massive fuck amounts of snow. Except you are in Maine, which makes it all worse. Skin color is like the rest of your wardrobe. Seasonal.
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
"I'm driving". "Yeah, but I'm ballin!"
Bienvenue readers.
For those of you who followed my "Dispatches" blog, this one is going to have more of the same, plus some additional content. Musings on college life and academics (American style this time round), as well as an collection of thoughts and randoms on my eclectic interests (including, but not limited to: mountain biking, food, philosophy, music, film, and generally being a well dressed BAMF with a sense of conflicting nationality). All written with the theme of free associating rambling. Of which I will apologize for now.
To begin, I would like to dedicate this post to a dear friend of mine. One who I spent far too little time with while abroad at Lancaster University. One who I sincerely miss for his musicianship, wit, humor and style. Mr. James Daly, this one goes to out to you matey.
So. American college life. 7 months after returning from Lancaster university. Were am I at?
I'm in cruise control. Riding what is predictable. I'm a pinball trying not to tilt.
What I mean to say is, I have a pretty standard routine that has its weekly variations on particular places and times. Ride the bike, go to class, do some reading for class, dick about on facebook, play some guitar, clean apartment, eat, tea, tea, tea, facebook, facebook, gym, guitar, write papers, bar, party, no sleep, dance badly, shots, clean party house, shop, hang, facebook. Rinse and repeat. With like colors only, of course.
I love it. I actually do. Don't get me wrong. While I don't feel as zen as I did while in England, I have a sense of belonging to this occasion. To this life. I know this is where I should be right now. I have a good measure of comfort, all things considered. I have great friends. Their exploits will litter this blog like gum under a desk. Maine does what it can for me. Get past the pockets of commercialized suburbia and chain restaurants that function like a culture sapping, metastasizing cancer, and you have a pretty beautiful state that nurtures its residents (cept if you are under 25 and being tailed by a cop). Say what you will about UMaine, but it has been a great force for good as far as my academic life goes. Great profs for the most part and more than enough positive opportunities if you keep your eyes open and your ear to the ground (or at least the table next to you in the student union). Drinking age still sucks for those who have to worry about it and the Maine Campus newspaper's opinion section is still full of too many idiots. Love it still.
End introduction and first post.
Later blogs will hopefully form more of a coherent and focused discussion of something in particular. Didn't feel like it today though.
For those of you who followed my "Dispatches" blog, this one is going to have more of the same, plus some additional content. Musings on college life and academics (American style this time round), as well as an collection of thoughts and randoms on my eclectic interests (including, but not limited to: mountain biking, food, philosophy, music, film, and generally being a well dressed BAMF with a sense of conflicting nationality). All written with the theme of free associating rambling. Of which I will apologize for now.
To begin, I would like to dedicate this post to a dear friend of mine. One who I spent far too little time with while abroad at Lancaster University. One who I sincerely miss for his musicianship, wit, humor and style. Mr. James Daly, this one goes to out to you matey.
So. American college life. 7 months after returning from Lancaster university. Were am I at?
I'm in cruise control. Riding what is predictable. I'm a pinball trying not to tilt.
What I mean to say is, I have a pretty standard routine that has its weekly variations on particular places and times. Ride the bike, go to class, do some reading for class, dick about on facebook, play some guitar, clean apartment, eat, tea, tea, tea, facebook, facebook, gym, guitar, write papers, bar, party, no sleep, dance badly, shots, clean party house, shop, hang, facebook. Rinse and repeat. With like colors only, of course.
I love it. I actually do. Don't get me wrong. While I don't feel as zen as I did while in England, I have a sense of belonging to this occasion. To this life. I know this is where I should be right now. I have a good measure of comfort, all things considered. I have great friends. Their exploits will litter this blog like gum under a desk. Maine does what it can for me. Get past the pockets of commercialized suburbia and chain restaurants that function like a culture sapping, metastasizing cancer, and you have a pretty beautiful state that nurtures its residents (cept if you are under 25 and being tailed by a cop). Say what you will about UMaine, but it has been a great force for good as far as my academic life goes. Great profs for the most part and more than enough positive opportunities if you keep your eyes open and your ear to the ground (or at least the table next to you in the student union). Drinking age still sucks for those who have to worry about it and the Maine Campus newspaper's opinion section is still full of too many idiots. Love it still.
End introduction and first post.
Later blogs will hopefully form more of a coherent and focused discussion of something in particular. Didn't feel like it today though.
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