In a move of pure class, I’ve dedicated all today’s posts to the concept of showing yer ass — figuratively and, as you will see below, literally.
After all, it seems to be all the fashion nowadays:
And on we go…
Category: Grooming
Oh, Sure
Seen at the launch of Neeeew Jaguar in Miami, with the actual photo caption:
All part of the Neeeeew Jaguar ethos, no doubt. What a shit show, in every sense of the word.
Every Minute
…a fool is born, goes the saying. And chances are that the first thing said fool will do is slap down $600 for a pair of… flip-flops?
I’m not kidding.
How the humble flip-flop became the shoe of the summer with unbelievable price tags to match
JHC.
I remember the wonderful little speech given by Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada, in which she schools ingenue Anne Hathaway about the importance of the color “cerise” and how great minds in the fashion industry planned its future appeal, years before it became “fashionable”. (Don’t bother looking it up; it’s dark- or cherry pink.)
I thought the speech was a great example of how easily people can be fooled into thinking that something of little value or consequence actually matters.
As an Olde Phartte of many summers, I can recall many stupid fashions — platform shoes, wide psychedelic neckties, wide lapels on suits, etc. etc.
But I never ever dreamed that fucking flip-flops — which should all be burned on a giant bonfire (along with their wearers*) — would become the new overpriced trend.
When I see F1’s Lewis Hamilton wearing a pair of Laboutin flip-flops in the pits, then I’ll know how far we’ve fallen.
Time for gin? I think so.
*Note: No snide references to Australians, the worst offenders in this footwear folly.
Not Alone
Seems as though I’m not the only one out there who is looking askance at the current “dressing down” (or as I refer to it, “prole drift”) of society. The redoubtable Laura Perrins of TCW* Magazine has an even more jaundiced view than I:
Never trust a politician without a tie
I’d post an excerpt, but her entire article is just too delightful for words, so go there now.
And while she uses Oily Little Shit Tony Blair as her exemplar of the Untrustworthy Politician genre, there are several Over Here, too. Like this fucking asshole:
Q.E.D.
*stands for The Conservative Woman — and has nothing to do with the Brits’ version of our Stupid Party.
One Out Of Three Ain’t Bad
Consider this pic of one couple’s happy day, and spot what causes my nuts to ache:
No, it’s not the bride’s tattoo — I’ve pretty much given up on that irk — and in fact she’s the only pretty thing at this little ceremony. Nor is it the female minister / ministress, who looks like she was just pulled out of a company meeting, complete with name tag. (FFS, if we’re going to have female priests, can they at least wear the fucking uniform?)
Anyway, none of those get up my nose as much as the groom’s medieval haircut.
This seems to be all the fashion nowadays, and I think it’s uglier than Hillary Clinton’s fat naked buttocks.
The only consolation I’m going to take out of this is that when his grandchildren look at Pawpaw’s wedding-day pics, they’ll laugh their asses off.
I’m assuming, of course, that he’s capable of actually fathering any children, because that’s not clear (unless the bride is already pregnant hum hum). Even then, her rather alarming stomach protuberance isn’t evidence of any prowess on his part, because that might be / probably is Homeboy Jamaal’s chocolate babycake cooking in her little oven, and this Ginger Childe Harold is just the substitute father.
And by the way: brown shoes at a wedding? Oh well, it least it wasn’t Adidas sneakers or flip-flops…
En Passant
In yesterday’s funnies I featured a meme which contained the following pic:
Am I the only guy who hates this “style” with a passion? It’s a modern one — it certainly doesn’t appear in any art or photographs before the 20th century — and I can only think that whoever first came up with it must have hated women, a lot.