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.
