Overalls That Love to Layer
Another note on the official fabric of man repelling and what have you.
And to think it all started with but one denim shirt. You know, I really wish I weren’t such a lazy bastard. That way, I could have properly illustrated the sausage making that creates such a gem, see: above. It seems the theme of this week is gauging inspiration from the nuptials of late last week and so drawing from that I will reiterate an important twitter cultivated point that I threw onto the webs right after: real men love overalls. They do, they just love them. Especially when they come with the prospect of fresh produce, etc. That’s not a sexual innuendo, I’m talking kiwi and exotic shit like that. That’s also not a sexual innuendo. Let’s move forward.
…With a detailed outline of what’s going on. While the photos aren’t compartmentalized, my thoughts sure are so here you have it. Layer 1 consists of the alpha denim shirt from Madewell and here’s a fun fact: it’s the very same one I was wearing the day Man Repeller was born. Layer 2 are the Genetic Denim overalls that have changed the way I view what seemed given and arbitrary like bathroom galloping and really instilled a sense of appreciation in me. Last month I was set to speak on a panel at the Met Museum but before going on I used the bathroom in which moment, my overall straps fell into the toilet. ‘Twas very urine chic, friends.
Never mind the Hora, Layer 3 consists of one particular Iro jacket that eloquently alludes to effortless French chic while simultaneously screaming from the ostensible trenches of Staten Island, “where the party at?” Do note I let the cuffs of my denim shirt pour out of the sequined sleeves, this is for dramatic effect. Layer 4 equals one trusty denim vest and when I say trusty, I mean it: for this guy opens or rather, closes up into a backpack. You already knew that though, see: here.
And finally, the accessories. Never mind now the salutation to the sun, this is about ankles: who needs ’em. Wear stilettos that compromise their existence. And, hey, how about a minaudiere? I’ve been trendforecasting the shit out of their return since February and not to hit on myself or anything, pat, pat: they’re everywhere. As for the rings, Aurelie Bidermann (on sale now, cha ching,) Mark Henry, Alexander McQueen. All photos by Superstar Shon.