I’d like to direct your attention to Fuck Yeah Menswear. It’s combination of Whitman and Wiz “stream of consciousness” has more imbued intellect than every Myspace page put together…probably. It reminds us all that it’s not the number you wear on the field that matters, it’s the authentication number sewn into your London Fog shearling coat.
Yeah, I like the sound of that.
Anyway, here’s a snippet of the blog, which spits verse inspired by male sartorial achievement:
“Late last night I had a vision.
A world with no blogs.
Not even fucking elbow patches.
It was horrible.
In a world without swag how does one stunt?
How does one stunt in a world without swag?”
WORD. Check out the whole site, and my ‘Cac take below:
I had the breakfast burrito
No not with chicken
Thorne dining all day erryday
Or at least three times and the occasional break-in
Pop lock and drop it
This pinni smelled fresh
Like my textbook knowledge
Ask me about free markets
Just not whether i was supposed to put up
Whatever suits the guns
Halfback, center, forward
Backwards hat all day
Welsh cheeks starting to pink
But I shake off that sunburn
Treat it like a text from that chick back home
And ignore it.