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The Sartorial Selecta

One of my favorite columns, which happens to appear in GQ, is by longtime fashion observer Scott Schuman. He gives men advice on how to dress, how to behave, and generally anything related to taste, comportment and style. He doesn't delve into unfamiliar territory, but keeps his focus on the classic and long standing traditions of proper dress. Reading Schuman is like picking up an etiquette book from the 50s. He preaches sartorial convention that has endured through cultural fads and fleeting trends. Knowing this and understanding where Schuman is coming from, it's easy to appreciate his keen and refined eye. And there's something very real and accessible about his writing. It's authoritative and convincing without coming across as pretentious or condescending -- and when it comes to something as arbitrary and debatable as fashion, this is no small achievement. Anyway, I was surfing the web looking for some coverage of Australian Fashion Week, which just ended today. But when I came across The Sartorialist blog I hardly remembered what I was looking for in the first place. And yes, that's Wes Anderson in the corduroy. Although before my distraction, I did find this great suit by James Cameron from his show today in Sydney. When appropriate, I'm a big fan of no socks with suits (final image).

WeSC Warehouse Sale, April 17,18,19

WeSC Commercials To Promote New Headphone Line

Coming with the fresh as always. Several WeSC activists make an appearance -- I'm leaning toward Amy Gunthers' performance. Though Ed Leigh manages quite well with his solo.

Gotta Feel The YSL

Nice eye by Ron the Cobrasnake.

WeSC Fashion Show at Robertson Store

Um, details? Not really, no.

ASR Runway Show Presented by Foam Magazine

Hot model wearing Stussy polo, American Apparel shorts, and a creme Split Belt. I will never sleep with this girl, though masturbation remains a possibility.


Foam cover girl Olivia Munn, B level TV personality, reminded the crowd of her celebrity status. "You may know me from (insert obscure late night cable show) or Nickelodeon." Hows about the next time you blab on and on about it taking three grueling(!) shoots in Hawaii to nail the cover shot you come out wearing a grass skirt minus the panties. Then tell me whatever you want.





















The music of DJ Miss Dust had the same funky flavor as the silver bikini top and star necklace she wore. Amateur, but sexy. She was gettin' down with some thick diva beats--think affluent gay couple at the discotech. What's fucked up is that I was diggin' it.



Ezekiel top, jacket, and short (Nautical look, right).


















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