If you were to look in my closet(s), the colour pink is nonexistent. I personally don’t like wearing the colour pink, therefore I own NOTHING pink. The only trace of pink you will find would be from my Louis Vuitton Monogram Multicolore sneakers, besides that, nope nadda. So with a recent invitation to pink themed house warming party it gave me an excellent excuse to go shopping and it was the night I had my pink wearing virginity taken away from me.
The photographs barely justify how pink the FREAKING shirt was because it felt as though a cotton candy machine exploded on me. I was terribly uncomfortable that I had to throw on a vest just to tone down the color, followed by two shots of tequila just to loosen myself up. I don’t how much longer till the next time I might sport this colour again but I’ve concluded that regardless of the fact that many guys wear pink, you will ALWAYS get some kind of attention and I guess, any attention is better than NO attention.
On Her: Sequined Jacket: H&M. Strapless Dress: MARCIANO. Shoes: CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN. Belt: VINTAGE. Clutch: VINTAGE. Necklace: BCBG MAX AZRIA.
On Him: Shirt: H&M. Pants: PRADA. Shoes: ALDO. Belt: PRADA. Bag: BALENCIAGA.
Dazzling fellow blogger & good friend, Niki B of ‘A Haute Mess’ and I were graciously invited to the Style Republic Magazine Summer Soiree. The chic event was organized by the gorgeous PR extraordinaire Lyndi J. Barrett and the ooooohhhhh sooooo cute but definitely a force to be reckoned with and the editor-in-chief of StyleRepublicMagazine.com, Brittany Law.
It was great catching up and mingling with all the FABULOUS fashionistas/misters in the city and also meeting lovely new faces! Being on my 'best' behavior and keeping my wagging tongue in my mouth, all I have to say is without a doubt, it was one hell of a hot looking crowd of people at that event! At one point I had to refrain myself from sampling anymore of the delectable tapas catered by the Glowbal Collection’s Sanafir Restaurant because I basically was afraid of looking like a fat ass in a room full of rail thin model-esque beauties! A STARVING stylist much? Regardless of my minor intimidation and self induced anorexia, I had wonderful time.
Thanks again Brittany & Lyndi! xoxo
L'Uomo – 'Business Class' Editorial – Photographer: Miles Aldridge
I watched The Devil Wears Prada the other night for the millionth time and for some reason my heart ached. This time, it wasn’t because of Anne Hathway’s character trading in her Chanel outfits for ‘normal clothes’ at the end of the movie, but instead it was the amazing place settings of New York and Paris in the movie that I can only dream of being able to visit.
Being the fashion obsessed mister that I am (or at least try to be), it seriously upsets me that I haven’t had the opportunity to travel outside North America or anywhere else that’s not along the Western U.S. borders. Ohhhh BLOODY HELL. . . I don’t even remember the last freakin' time I was even on an airplane for crying out loud! I’m literally at my breaking point and would probably just swipe any of my handful of credit cards until it was approved for a trip to Paris, New York or London! But then again, I would probably get depressed and deliberately run myself into a brick wall because I wouldn’t have any money to go shopping and enjoy my time while there. *sigh*
So with that said, I guess I’ll just unpack my life out of my Prada bags and go down the street to that French Café and try to make do because that’s probably the closet thing to Paris as I’ll ever get!
I’ve been on the serious job hunting hustle for the past week and with absolutely NO leads up to any potential jobs aside from low-end retail, the idea of going back to school is quite appealing to me right now. What will I study? Chemistry? Ecology? Physics? I have no bloody clue, I'm actually more looking forward to swaggering late into class in a new outfit every morning. Now that gives the term, ‘FASHIONABLY LATE’ a WHOLE new meaning!
p.s. That’s splatters of wet rain of my boots. They’re actually not gangrene looking at all!
Dear Vancouver Fashionistas & Misters, today we mark a very MISERABLE and FORMIDABLE day in local fashion history as it is the
"O CHAMPAGNE and PEARLS that gushed forth from the Hearts of our dear loved, Christian Dior and Gabrielle 'Coco' Chanel as a fountain of mercy for us, I trust in You. For the sake of their sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and on the whole world. Help us break free from this miserable world of ghastly and distasteful fashions and into a world where Haute Couture is marvellous and appreciated art. " Amen.
With the economic downturn continuing to loom in the high-end luxury retail industry and my high probability of constant misfortune, I was layed-off from work . . . AGAIN. Working my last shift at work the other day and of course not being able to contain myself, I had to abuse my staff discount ONE LAST TIME. I may not have a job at the moment and my grave of debts is deep enough to bury myself and my new closet from Ikea, but at least I’ll be FASHIONABLY UNEMPLOYED.
Being the materially excessive person that I am, I bought an extremely in-your-face Prada dress belt to hold my pants up when I loose weight from being starving poor. Along with the belt, I picked up a simple bi-fold Prada wallet, which unfortunately will not hold the money I once earned but instead, the handful of maxed-out credit cards and parking tickets I’ve accumulated.
With these two purchases to add to my COPIOUS collection of Prada accessories, along with a pair of black Prada dress loafers I received as a generous gift recently, without a doubt . . .
The Starving Stylist Wears Prada.
Leaving my designer clutch at home and trading in my skinny jeans for a pair of loose fitting straight legged denims for a night, I attended the BC Lions football game for the first time and OF COURSE because it’s the story of my life, I stuck out of the crowd like a sore thumb.
I might have spent more time toying around with my BlackBerry and fixing my hair than watching the actual football game but I definitely enjoyed the experience. Actually, I had more fun evaluating and analyzing everything that was around me. Distasteful outfits, the bored girlfriend, the outrageously drunk fan, the cute father & daughter bonding, the red-neck hicks and the Gotti dressed douche monkeys. But my favourite is the “Bro Bonding”.
So I guess the bro thing to do when you’re at a game is to sit one seat apart from one another with an empty seat in the middle to validate the fact that you are not “together”. I saw this come about more than a handful of times in EVERY direction from where I sat. It's as though all these alpha males had to prove the fact that they were straight. C'mon now, nothing screams "I am NOT a raging homo" than a raging football game!
Sure there’s an abundance of empty seats everywhere and people can basically sit, lie, die or shit anywhere they wished or pleased, but c’mon boys, you wouldn’t have to shout back and forth over the loud announcer if you just sat next to one another because honestly as I sit directly behind you, I could give a rats ass about your shitty job at the office or your girlfriend’s yeast infection!
So stop shouting!
Okay kiddies, its almost back to school so you better stock up on them metallic gel pens, neon post-its, Hello Kitty stickers and don’t forget to pick up this SHAMEFUL & PATHETIC Burberry & Gucci-esque print canvas binder!
Instead of being the coolest kid with the latest handbag, you’ll be the laughing stock of the season at the fabulous price of only $14.99! Knock offs never looked so un-cute.
This is literally about as casual looking as I can get. I’m obviously, NOT your typical t-shirt and sneakers kind of guy and when I do trot around in runners, it’s a pair of designers that probably cost more than a months worth of groceries and one that is meant for the runways and not the gym. Oh well, as a self-proclaimed LABEL WHORE, I have no shame.
Scratch the fact that Raquel Zimmermann is androgynous playing both the male and female model counterparts, but OVER THE KNEE BOOTS for MEN?! I just about died in lust when I saw this new F/W 09.10 campaign for Jean Paul Gaultier. Being the major boot scavenger myself and owning about over 10 pairs and still wanting more, Gaultier has literally given us fashion Misters out there the possibility of wearing OTK boots without looking like a complete tranny.
May lord bless him, because I can still recall some death stares and hisses when I first tried pulling off the OTK boot look. Whatever, bitches were probably just jealous because I don’t have fat donut legs and are able to pull the entire boot up with ease and without and any cooking grease for help!
So boysssssssss, you betta werkkkkkkkk!