Monday, July 26, 2010

Rebel Styling



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.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Monday, July 5, 2010

Under Control

Frank Sinatra once posed a thoughtful if not obvious question--why don't people sing, like they talk? (Cue in "I've Got a Crush On You"). While admittedly not an avid listener of his, I do love The Strokes and this song...one of my favorites.


I don't want to change your mind,
I don't want to waste your time.
I just want to know you're alright.
I've got to know you're alright;
You are young, darling
For now, but not for long
Under control.