21.12.09
2.12.09
Fashion Dont's
I tried to get a picture. It was the ultimate wardrobe fail on the
part of (I am sure) completely unaware 40 something (obvious)
bachelor. His non descript black slacks, with tucks, were not only too
short, they were static clinging to his apparently too high socks,
unless his upper calves are actually hairy enough to generate thier
own static forcefield. He was wearing an overwashed, wrinkled and
shrunken drab green polo, tucked in, underneath a tweed multicolored
new blazer. So new, he hadn't had time to cut the stitch holding the
tails together in the back so they bulged around his butt in an
unattractive and disconcerting manner. The jacket was too small. It
was tight. And not in a good way. The sleeves were short. And his
silvery brown comb over topped it all off in true, lost bachelor glory.
part of (I am sure) completely unaware 40 something (obvious)
bachelor. His non descript black slacks, with tucks, were not only too
short, they were static clinging to his apparently too high socks,
unless his upper calves are actually hairy enough to generate thier
own static forcefield. He was wearing an overwashed, wrinkled and
shrunken drab green polo, tucked in, underneath a tweed multicolored
new blazer. So new, he hadn't had time to cut the stitch holding the
tails together in the back so they bulged around his butt in an
unattractive and disconcerting manner. The jacket was too small. It
was tight. And not in a good way. The sleeves were short. And his
silvery brown comb over topped it all off in true, lost bachelor glory.
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