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I like this MA-1 / N-JKT bomber jacket from LUKER by NEIGHBORHOOD because it costs 620 USD and features a Jacuard process portrait of Karl Marx on a big ass patch on the back. I like a brand that either has an amazing sense of irony or literally no sense of irony at all. There's no place for moderation in this dojo. This jacket is made of 100% nylon, except for that red leather contrast panel, featuring the P&L Original ORGY Print, which is exactly what it sounds like (it's a print of cartoon people fucking in a big group). No moderation in this dojo. If you'd prefer sober assessments of today's hottest trends and designers, go read the NYT Style Section, you puritanical pud-puller. But if you hanker for the quazi-relevant ramblings of a half-informed, self-styled scribe, then stick with me. No moderation. By the way, how awful is it when writers refer to themselves as "scribes"? It makes me physically ill. I'm curled up in the fetal position right now, trying to process these feelings, tapping into the bottomless resevoir of exquisite malaise yawning inside me. I'll tell myself that everything will be okay, if you'll tell yourself that nothing will. Listen to yourself. You're not making any sense. Do you even hear what you're saying? Or are you too distracted by having an unending orgy on your arm? Shout "hand pockets" into the wind, my friend. You are alone in the wasteland. Can you hear yourself screaming? It's all I can hear in this dojo -RB
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