Though daylight losings time has come and gone, the cold weather doesn’t seem to be letting go. Raise your hand if this has been the most obnoxious winter to fuck with your immune system?
Because of inclement weather conditions, shivering bones, and things like pneumonia, I thought I’d post one last winter-friendly layering story before I start preaching the art of layering your underwear. No really. I layered underwear last night. It was fun.
On today’s roster: leather, leather and more pleather! One is often prone to associate leather with Cat Woman, Angelina Jolie and sexual vixens of that sort. This is where I come in so below you will find a fantastic series of photos that will demonstrate the art of castration sans-torture instrument, plus fabric.
t shirt: Club Monaco,
leather pants: Topshop,
loafers: Stubbs and Wootton
Phase 1: While this is as standard an outfit as any, I have a leather fupa and for that, I deserve an award.
Phase 2: leather shorts over leather pants, by golly, why did it take me until the end of February to think this one up?
Phase 3: The use of those shorts obviously sparked a brilliant idea: make it a skort night.
…See what I mean? See what I mean? Leather party in, on and around my pants.
Phase 4: Add a leather vest. Here’s to motorcyclists without motorcycles.
Phase 5: Leather jacket. This is saucy.
Phase 6: Finishing touches to nip his tip. Clear frames–non-prescription, of course–leather booties and ta da, not an ounce of flesh in sight. Let’s hereby dub this,“Matrix chic” and sing a song of collective solidarity that goes a bit like this: L-L-L-Leather is Forever.
Copyright infringement notice:
Stole that slogan off an old Moschino belt hanging out in my mother’s closet.