In this week’s effort to turn a Man Getter into a Man Repeller, behold: the skinny jean. The cigarette leg has taken a long and profitable joyride through several seasons of chic (this is such a corny sentence I want to shoot it in the face but I don’t carry a gun and since it’s a sentence, it doesn’t have a face. I could delete it. But I won’t.) and evidently will continue on said ride for…ever? You may find yourself fed up sausaging your legs into skinny denim,
so grow a brain and buy a pair o’harems, duh but fear not. The transition below will make your wildest celibacy-induced dreams come true.
Tank: American Apparel, Jeans: Seven for all Mankind, Slingbacks: Christian Louboutin
I dare me to land a man friend in this one.
While it’s true I have a bad case of Baby Tooth going on between my lips and perhaps some awkward deformation on the actual face too, do note that I look inherently happier in this photo. I’m back in my own
male-deterring fashion swooning skin. You see, I’m quite literally wearing A CANADIAN TUXEDO: tuxedo blazer, jeans, chambray shirt et al. I took it to the next level of spiffer nation with an old Lanvin bow-tie I found in my dad’s closet. I am sure, if not positive he hasn’t worn it since his wedding day (which was 25 years ago on February 23, should you want to send gifts.)
Paternal anecdotes aside, here’s one last image of the looks against one another and I ask you this: which look do you prefer?
…You don’t have to answer. Obviously, the Repeller shits on the Propeller.
And so, I further defer the mating process. Cheers.