Name that face

1970's Bruce Springsteen, or Bret McKenzie from Flight of the Conchords?

Either way, sharp.

Should this ever happen?

Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure this happens a lot.

I really don't think a man should ever not know enough about the clothes he's wearing to make his own decisions.

This pic was on the wall of my tailor's, and it definitely caught my eye.

I know it's a joke, but too often it's reality. Like, yes, you as a man should be able to dress yourself, and not look like a kid who's borrowing his older brother's suit.

I'm not saying that I don't value a good woman's opinion--quite the contrary--but I am saying that there's no reason for us men to be depending on our wives/girlfriends to be picking out our clothes.

Besides, no offense ladies, but I don't really know any girls who know about all the details regarding menswear in the first place. I mean I don't know that much about women's couture either, so I'm pretty sure we're even.

So guys, it's up to you to take pride in what you wear.

Or you can choose to have your girl dress you, like your mom would when you were six.

Ughhhhhhhh

Just a sick 'fit.

Wow

Rosario Dawson is hot as hell.

Just saying.

Giants FTW!

At the beginning of this year's baseball season I decided this was the year I would finally pick a team.

I mulled over a dozen teams, before coming to the realization that I absolutely could only choose the Giants.

Amazing city, beautiful ball park, great fans, and a lot of young talent.

Of course truthfully, I didn't think they'd win the division and be one game up in the playoffs, but it is pretty damn cool.

Here's to Tim Lincecum's gem tonight. CG, 2 H, 0 R, 1 BB, 14 SO.



And here's a pic I took--while I was working for Lipton Brisk--of a girl in Berkeley, showing how great Giants fans actually are.

Garance Doré

Garance Doré is quite the artist.

Her illustrations are simplistic, but damnnnn they're stylish.

Her blog contains sweet fashion photography for the ladies, as well as cool illustrations like these.

Enjoy.





Oh I forgot, she's also going out with Scott Schuman, the Sartorialist. What a stylish freaking couple right?

The Beatles

From GQ.com


2010 indie rock band hipsters, or 1965 pop rock group from Liverpool?

If...

I ever wrote a love song I'd want it to be this good.

I think this may be my all time favorite love song.

Writers need to have "experiences" right?

A professional travel writer once told me, "to be a writer you can't be afraid to do things by yourself."

Unfortunately, I'm only okay with doing certain things by myself. Eating, sleeping, walking to the store, shopping, working out, etc... But I usually don't do things like go to the movies alone, or shows, or anything like that.

On Sunday, I decided--and somewhat necessarily--to go solo, and try like hell to sneak into the Arcade Fire show at UC Berkeley's Greek Theater.

Did I get in?

No.

I did however manage to find a nice hill top, with a decent view, and a great ear-shot of the show.

Of course Arcade Fire sounded majestic, and their passion was palpable even to us in the "cheap seats." And though I still do want to "see" Arcade Fire belt out their ravenous voices of musical odysseys, I must say I came away from my solo experience with a smile, and a greater appreciation for my fellow man.

It was refreshing to sit on a dusty hill top, with two-hundred strangers freezing our asses off, but smiling, singing, bobbing our heads, tapping our feet and enjoying each other's company.

And even though we weren't overcome with the fervor that those inside the venue were--when we sensed the end of the show was near--we moved to the edge of the boundary that we could not cross, and anticipated the opening riff of "Wake Up," so that we could let Win know that we were with him in spirit.

Then it came, and we sang.

And together, the masses inside--and us the small mass outside--joined in unison and we all became the children whose bodies have indeed gotten bigger, but with hearts that have been torn up.

So thank you Berkeleyites and strangers. For once, my lightning bolts are glowing, and I can see where I am going.


Not from AF's performance at the Greek. This is from Glastonbury in '07, but it's the best video I've ever seen of them performing this song. Amazing.

Houndstooth swag

The guy in the left of this pic is cool, but check out the brotha with the peak-lapel houndstooth jacket.

That is one sicckkk piece of menswear.

Blogger crush

Laurel Pantin via The Sartorialist

I'll confess Laurel, I've never read your Teen Vogue beauty tips blog, but you are amazingly cute.

Laurel let's go out? You can tell me all about make up, hair product, and skin beautifications... and I promise I'll start reading your beauty tips blog.

Quote of forever

"Fashion is what you buy, style is self expression and how you live."
-Swagger 360

In yo mothereffing head

This song is guaranteed to get caught in your head, and you WILL NOT be able to get it out.

BARBARA STREISAND!

Srsly good shitzzz!

Androgynous touches

Androgyny was huge in the '80s, but it has definitely made its mark recently as well.

Even if you don't go all into it--like say Elly Jackson from La Roux--many of us add little androgynous touches to outfits.

Guys wearing skinny jeans, shorter shorts, u-neck tees, flamboyant hair, etc...

Girls with oxfords, cropped hair, guys' shirts, blazers, etc...

What do you guys think of this? Down for androgyny or not?

Personally, I think it's sort of fun/funny. I'm down for anything with a sense of humor, and I think those who subscribe to heavy doses of androgyny clearly have a fun side to themselves.


Alexsandra Colombo going all in on androgyny, and doing so quite stylishly. A masculine look that she somehow still manages to make look very feminine. Perhaps its her play on proportion--fitted jacket and tank, combined with baggy trousers. The shoes don't hurt either.



Random girl doing it much more subtle. However, if you look closely, you'll see all the little touches. The jacket, the shorts, the shoes, hell a dude could just as easily be wearing this outfit. Also look at her handbag, it may as well be a briefcase.

Absinthe Drip anyone?

I've never had the infamous Absinthe Drip, but it does look enticing.

Who wants to go in on a bottle of Absinthe with me?

By the way, it's a myth that it makes you hallucinate and go crazy.

Trench coats

From Swagger 360.

The French connection

I was watching the Darjeeling Limited tonight--because I'm sort of obsessed with Wes Anderson movies right now--and I was reminded of this song, which is featured at the end of the movie.



And that song reminded me of this one.



How cool is a 1962 music video, especially one featuring the lovely Françoise Hardy? Anyway, that song reminded me of this movie.

The all-music musical Les Parapluies de Cherbourg.

Laurel Pantin

So I guess this girl is some sort of beauty tip blogger for Teen Vogue.

I just think she's cute.

Such an amazingly warm smile. Perhaps her smile warms up her feet in the snowy pic.

Arcade Fire is playing in Berkeley and I'm not going

Fuck this sucks so much.

To not see on of my all-time favorite bands, because I don't have any damn money is beyond depressing.

I don't want to be like 30-something, and see them play when they're like 40-something, and we're both past our respective primes.

This is frightfully saddening. I feel like I cannot miss this for some reason. I may go try and sell a bunch of random shit to try and get there on Saturday.

Or maybe I can wait, and hope and pray, they play Coachella this year. That would be amazing. Seeing them there would be pretty epic.

Anyway, in tribute to this amazing group here's some Arcade Fire songs.


Neighborhood 1


Wake Up



Crown of Love



Rebellion at Coachella


Amazing right?

ZZZZOOOOMMMFFFFFGGGG!!!!

Remember my Wes Anderson, Hotel Chevalier, post?

Probably not, but if you do there's this great song in the videoss. Anyway, it's called "Where Do You Go to My Lovely?" by Peter Sarstedt, and guess what?

There's freaking live performances!

This is SOOOOOO amazingly awesome on so many different levelz of awesomeness.