MWR's Iron Law of Fashion
Every man looks worse in every hat.
Labels: I know . . . hipsters are boring, sartorial musings
No show
When did it become common for people in the under-50 set, in Seattle at least, to refer to any kind of band performance as a "show" or a "live show"?
If I could stand this usage, I wouldn't be blogging about it.
Labels: I know . . . hipsters are boring, if I could stand it . . . I wouldn't be blogging about it, mocking others, things that seem stupid to MWR (abridged version)
Are You Kidding Me?
I feel that if I were going to create a version of
The Sartorialist for Seattle, I would have to call it "Are You Kidding Me?" Which was my entire internal monologue when I saw a guy during my walk to work wearing a short-sleeved shirt in a nondescript brown plaid and a tan/brown security-guard-stripe tie. Quite a few would-be Dukes of Windsor running around this town . . . some perhaps on acid. Like the guy we saw at lunch wearing kind of a miniature porkpie hat—too small in all its dimensions, but fitting his head—sloppy-looking pants with the crotch extending to about knee level and spectator loafers. And not sleek spectator loafers but big, clown-like sloppy-guy spectator loafers that probably lingered at Nordstrom Rack for quite some time.
Anyway, this particular blog will not be happening. "Hi, you have an interesting look—can I photograph you for my fashion blog?" "Yes, it's called 'Are You Kidding Me?'".
Labels: I know . . . hipsters are boring, mocking others, sartorial musings
Overheard outside Top Pot Donuts
A small girl, perhaps 2-1/2, entertaining herself in various ways, peered into the next-door Sun Liquor cocktail bar and came away sobbing. Said her mother, with a tone of nonchalant reassurance, "I know . . . hipsters are boring."
Labels: I know . . . hipsters are boring