Monday, April 7, 2014

not your blue collar ethos


I had a choice, once, to pursue a navy jumpsuit at my vocational milieu. I stared at it with such joy and conviction. Being lithe at five foot six, I questioned: is the jumpsuit, suitable (had to!), for a person of my stature?  

The New York Times did a very recent survey regarding the recent inclination of men donning jumpsuits. By survery, I mean, two comments following the brief and straightforward declaration that said jumpsuits are making a triumphant return to mens wardrobes everywhere.

THIS IS NOT SOME MONOCLE BULLSHIT.

Jim stated that he will "never go there" and Jon Carl Lewis said "never in a million years!" A valid survey, right. Guisseee, a decade ago, we were all like, plucking your eyebrows is so feminine. Well, you know fucking what, when corporations have their way with us, they get what that want and I'm sure you fucking lads are "manscaping" as we speak.

The jumpsuit is easy. It's one piece. It's akin to a frozen dinner where all your food groups are present. All you have to worry about is accoutrements, which, really should not require much. Add a watch, maybe a hat and some oxfords or stark white sneakers and you're done.

If you can once admit to donning wide leg jeans, you can elevate yourself to jumpsuits.

Photo: The Sartorialist

Friday, March 28, 2014

the difference between you and drake


This is Drake.

He looks dope as fukkk tossing one dollar bills (has a lot of traction on the Canadian dollar right now, FYI) so casually as if he was about to toss wealth to a groom and bride at a wedding, or um, a stripper. He's a rapper, he's Jewish, he's a Canadian-Jewish rapper and most importantly, he's a millennial. Albeit, he has thousands of dollar bills and tons of Instagram followers and you can barely afford name brand body lotion. (That store brand is just as good.)

What if I told you that you can buy that rolex or that lifetime supply of quinoa.

I read in The Globe and Mail that the Ontario Lottery and Gaming Corporation (OLG), is on considerable decline like BlackBerry and are searching to lure millennials for a cradle-to-crave customer. Yes, my immigrant baby boomer parents are prime examples of the customers they have now, looking for an easy route out of labour through tickets spewing arbitrary numbers that could turn into cash (not literally, maybe).

Me, the millennial, unlike them, the baby boomers, have no fucking desire to go to a convenient store, carefully pick 6 numbers and pay $3-5. And I have to wait until like, 8 or 9 PM for them to draw the numbers or maybe the next day if the stakes are really high. Are you fucking kidding me? That could go into my RRSP or my TFSA where I'll have something palpable at the beginning of my retirement.

Anywho, couldn't you just do something mobile related? Done.

Millennials, such strange creatures.

Friday, March 21, 2014

on unbuttoning buttons



And how you can try it too, while oil pulling. 

Living in Toronto for two years now, you kind of adopt this attitude of being a neighbourhood elitist. I've had friends say, "who goes north of Bloor?" or "the fucking east end?" with either a dead pan expression or hysterical laughter. 

I have to wonder, what is there north of Bloor? Do they have hydro and are harem pants acceptable? Traveling north was kind of a nuisance, I had to endure the street car and then transfer to a subway. Thankfully, that friend, moved east and I can with ease, leisurely cycle to his dwelling. 

So, here's my stance on the above photo. South of the border, hip down, not so peachy, not cute, not adorable and I kind of wish he took cues from Pelayo Diaz of Kate Loves Me. Albeit, Diaz would do this so my argument is null. Just north of his erogenous zone, you have two unbuttoned buttons. Two. Not one. Two!

I can't. It just looks too good.

It was as if he foresaw the future of Alexander Wang's spring 2014 collection, belly button not included. Would that be tasteful? Are men allowed to casually display where their umbilical cord was once attached? I'll champion this next move.

I've mastered the art of buttoning all my buttons, like how I've mastered using chopsticks from birth, but unbuttoning the bottom two -- that's unchartered territory. He elicits his look with so much ease and confidence, it's unparalleled. I have to wonder, how does it move? Does it only look good when his hands are comfortably places in his pant pockets? 

Tell me your secrets. 

Photo: MTV

Thursday, March 20, 2014

the size debate, where are we going?


Today's guest judge is none other than Canadian fairy queen, Grimes. Topic: cock. It can breed you, blind you (through ejaculation) and in certain sadistic circumstances, it can be a trophy (via castration).

According to Dr. Christopher Morriss-Roberts, cock size does matter. In regards to both homosexual and heterosexual males. There's research on the correlation between cock size and masculinity. The larger the cock size, the bigger douche you are. Albeit, too large, and you risk being redundant.

In the primitive years, wouldn't hunting your meal be considered masculine? Nothing beats a hot sweaty man bringing you sweet potatoes to the table. Or perhaps, today, donning Prada's spring/summer 2014 collection of floral prints and Rick Owens unisex wedges will define your masculinity.

There's an upkeep to your masculinity, in which, you must fuck everything in sight to remain alpha. That electric socket, fuck it, then tweet about it. That eggplant, fuck it, then Instagram it. Just fuck everything, please.

"Semi-erections are the new erections", says Grimes.

Photo: Grimes - Oblivion

Monday, March 17, 2014

not your father's cargo shorts


It's Monday, it's beyond cold for March and I am feeling defeated. Maybe I need a socially constructed Menaissance to cure my woes. I'm defeated by the lack of, fashion photography and cargo shorts. I'm looking at you Tommy Ton and Phil Oh. Cargo shorts are, synonymous with the game Spot The Tourist and Kevin Federline, previous lover to I'm A Slave 4 U singer, Britney Spears. He knows how to sport cargo shorts.

Cargo shorts have a bad reputation. Lets refashion the discourse and more importantly, the fit.

I have been alive for 26 years now and I have seen my fair share of ill-fitted cargo shorts. I have in the past, unfortunately become a victim myself. They serve a function, but I think fashion and function should be a union. The large and obnoxious side pockets  which are comparable to the size of a glove compartment to the Mercedes-Benz G-Class model  are unnecessarily large and should be edited to fit a cellphone or a very slim wallet and not a large water bottle or a new born baby. It does not substitute a bag.

Like any shorts, the length should hit just above knee or I prefer a minimum 6 inch inseam. Any lower and you risk being ostracized from the fashion elite or even worse, you could be mistaken for a suburbanite. Just simple rules. It's all I ask. I'm not asking you to give me your kidneys, just don shorts with a cut that is above the knee.

Are cargo shorts ready for a comeback?

I sincerely hope so. Albeit, I can't find a retailer, but maybe bespoke cargo shorts are the only solution.

When in doubt: J. Crew.

Photo: Jak and Jil

Monday, March 10, 2014

le1f releases hey ep, but the art is in the styling


Last summer, I was introduced to Le1f. The summer was sweltering and the New Balance sneaker trend was in full bloom. Wut was the track and shaking my ass was the game. (A scene you only want to see if you are willing to gouge your eyeballs after.) Le1f, how was that Ukrainian cutie sucking your muscles and do you still pour Evian?

The year is 2014, Russia is adamant on annexing Crimea (dumb) and Le1f is releasing his much hyped Hey EP on March 11. The cover: Le1f has stationed himself somewhere fabulous in Paris with his arm on his hip and staring into the abyss and he's sporting the dopest of dope orange knee-high socks. An homage to the 90's? Sure.

The EP, with a tracklist of 5 songs titled with one syllable words includes Wut. Eyeball gouging tools not included. You can stream the whole EP over at Pitchfork for your audible pleasure.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

men, you now have the opportunity to participate

Corporations are focusing on capitalizing on men because they've kind of run out of ideas with women. Happy International Women's day! We now have to worry about "manscaping (whatever the fuck that is)," about fitting into "ideal" physical bodies and if we have enough followers on Instagram. Do you remember when you could eat french fries as much as you wanted to and not worry about your weight?

As men are entering the fashion realm more aggressively, we're going to have new questions like, who wore it better? I'm glad you asked. Louis Vuitton's s/s 14 leather jacket made it to the March covers of Nylon Guys and Details. Who did wear it better? Is this even a question? I'm bored and these covers need analyzing, so why the hell not.

First, we have Norman Reedus, better known as Daryl Dixon, the red neck, crossbow zombie killing champion. So much testosterone. I don't like it when you drink, really. Your disposition went from reserved to a complete bro douchebag. You showcase a little chest hair, which, is a little sexy, but it appears you have bangs and I'm unsure if that is the best look for you. You pair it with what looks like a tank top and jeans, which give you a casual look, which is the Nylon Guys lifestyle.

Second, is Clement Chabernaud sharing the cover with two other models and when unfolded, a plethora of other male models. He's currently ranked #2 on models.com, just behind Sean O'Pry. His shoe size is a 9. Chabernaud casually relaxes his forearm on Garrett Neff's shoulder and bends his right leg a tad. This balances him out as relax next to two alpha male models, respectively.

In conclusion, I wish they peacocked the detailed graphic on the back.

Photos: Details Magazine & Nylon Guys