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I came across this picture while checking out some vintage photography on The Sartorialist's blog. To say that this person's sense of style is "rugged" is like saying that getting your leg amputated "stings". The subject, Russian futurist poet, Vladimir Mayakovsky, personifies his own type of rebel styling. Not just because he's effortlessly wearing boots with a suit or because of his don't mess with me--I'm a POET way of carrying himself. But look at how he manhandles his three-piece suit, adapting it to the rhythm of his life. Check out his breast pocket that's filled with pens and pencils--tools of his trade. No dainty pocket square or otherwise extension of a supposed elegant and refined choice of attire. Functional. But not in the way cheesy cellphone belt clips are. True rebel styling at its finest.