Cardigan- yes. Marc by Marc- yes. Not sure what he has in his hands, but I think it has something to do with "using protection." Guess if you use that sort of thing you'd need some place to keep it.
Evening done right. Sockless shoes, thin, dark suit, light-colored bowtie- great play on the standard. Pushed-up sleeves are a bit 80's, but most of this season was. Michael Bastian had a decent show.
Ah, the belt of a man hellbent on dancing the flamenco. The BSD would wear this, but only in Latin America. And maybe Spain. But not for long. Very Sun Also Rises. Point- blouses.
If the BSD ever took a vacation (besides his entire life), he would wear something like this. Totally approved, down to what appear to be a Stubbs & Wooten type slip-on shoe. The jumper is really kick-ass. And the hat. Picture the BSD rollin', sauntering up to a beachside bar (a la Cocktail), cigarette in mouth, heart on his sleeve, junk flailing gloriously about (perhaps hanging out of one of those short short legs), chest magnificently hirsute, Bearded, all cock, stinking of sex and needing a gin and tonic. Gin and tonic- $5. Shorts- $150. Jumper- $300. The BSD mounting you like a taxidermist does your grandma's cat- Priceless.
Now not only does the BSD approve of the jacket, but Band of Outsiders has done something amazing with the tie. Look at that shit. Didn't see it coming. Also, the rolled pants is a BSD trademark and something I see designers are blatantly ripping off, parading it around as if it was their idea. For shame Band, but well done on the styling.
I was going to make fun of the Shriner's hat, but I really love this jacket from Duckie Brown. Could the BSD rock this? Hell yeah. Would he rock the Shriner's hat? Probably. But only at the Zembo Mosque, and only on Pancake Breakfast Day. Would he still get laid? You bet.
The sweater from Marc Jacobs is a bit Cosby-ish, but I think the time is right to bring back some color. Loving the big neck, skinny pants, and orthopedic shoes. The BSD is rocking very similar hair right now, and that may account for the reason I like the entire look. I fear I would be fighting ladies off in this, so I would need to add a cane to my accessories. A long, long cane. And then smack the ladies about the face and chin with it.
I've never been a fan of Wallabies but I can't get enough of this jacket. Give me a solid white jacket for winter, and the BSD would be knocking shit down, probably fireside at an apres-ski resort deep in Gstaad, cognac in one hand, Swiss snow bunny in the other, speaking words the BSD cannot understand but moreover, speaking the language of physical love.
Again, not digging the shorts, but Michael Bastian is cutting a mean jacket this season, here in suede. That thing is to kill for. And to kill for the BSD means, "Taking a young lady to the nearest bathroom."
I thought I was going to hate the Marc Jacobs collection but as an ode to John Hughes it works pretty well and seems pretty adaptable. Patterned shirt looks cool under the suit. The BSD might rock something similar tonight, that is, until business time.
Marc shirt on the runway from the sidelines. Almost an abbreviated cap-sleeve, but still really nice. It's tough for dudes to rock anything remotely leopard print, but if anyone's going to give it a shot, it should be the BSD. He is, for all intents and purposes, a sartorial pioneer for this age and ages to come. The BSD needs a leopard print t-shirt. I'm looking at you, Marc Jacobs.
Though I really didn't want to walk, I did Michael Bastian a favor. He said that he couldn't find anyone with the "figure" he needed to pull off this look and it was sorta last minute, so the BSD agreed. With shame in his heart but sex on his mind, the BSD walked- nay! strutted- nay! debauched! himself down the runway, eye-fucking every front row vixen, fixing his sights on several to focus on at the afterparty. When he arrived there, he sat in the corner, gin and tonic in hand, alone for just a second, before the women set upon him like animals in the wild.
Today, several women are now pregnant.
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