Mannikin

Spring and summer seem to bring out the most egregious forms of attire known to man. At least in the winter, one has the assurance that no one's hairy paunch is on full display--instead, it is rather covered underneath layers of some kind of poly-blend and likely, a North Face jacket.

In actuality, it is not even summer yet--even if the temperatures disagree--and we are already confronted by shorts, tube-socks and sandals. There is something quite offensive about a middle-aged man in khaki shorts, white tube-socks pulled up and cheap sneakers. There would at least be something tragically redeeming about designer sneakers.

I daresay, I do not necessarily mind say, the tee-shirt so much as I mind sloppiness. If people were more thoughtful in their approach to dress, casual wouldn't be so much a bane and an abortion.

In celebration of the Cinco de Mayo, something completely irrelevant, and probably irreverent:

Cloak-inspiration.

The cloak is an interesting and practical piece of outerwear, which has unfortunately been tainted by association with fat Goths, scrawny Steampunks, Halloween costumes, and Renaissance Fair actors--all truly unfortunate characters.





Former Chilean dictator, Augusto Pinochet.

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Whilst I don't personally care for Diesel's fashions, I do appreciate their recent, satisfyingly sordid ad:

Given the popularity of Makeover shows on the Television, I think there should be a show for those aspiring to a different sex.



It would be an exercise in complete lack of taste.