Bitterness in Print: The Times tears into Victoria’s Secret’s Herald Square outpost. Apparently one of the perfumes “smells like an alcoholic twinkie.” [NYT]
Tartan Life: Pondering the subtle charms of the plaid topcoat. [A Suitable Wardrobe]
Arms Race: Kenneth Cole prefers tattoos to guns. [Racked]
Sounds Familiar: Our favorite sunglasses get a little more recognition. [Refinery29]
Bespoken: The national press catches on to the LES tailoring boom. Even if they do call it “Mark Andrews Bespoke.”[DNR]
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Negative Reaction: Kenneth Cole falls $3.1 million
into debt. Where be your cheeky billboards now? [DNRNews]
Cardigan Cabal: The international
press is
conspiring to make the Cardigan today’s, “dead
sexy chick magnet.” Almost
Orwellian, ain’t it?
Restoration Hardware: John Varvatos’ conversion of
CBGB’s is taking for-frigging-ever. [Racked]
Lil’ Bit More: Crunk poet and Renaissance man Lil’
John not only has his own celeb clothing line on the
way, but is currently vintnering up a storm at Little Jonathan
Winery. All class that one. [Pro Hip
Hop]
Collateral Damage: The new Bond film is an absolute
blood fest, destroying one innocent Tom Ford suit after another. [VogueUK]
Co-Ed Naked Design: Matthew McConcaughey and his old
lady create new clothes to shed while walking on sunny pacific beaches. [Gawker]
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Six Films Made Better by Batman: What? Only six? We
can think of thousands. [Maxim]
The Right to Sag: The ACLU is threatening a court
battle in defending the slouchy pants wearers of Flint. [Newsweek]
Last Action Hero: It’s always nice when the
protagonist looks like your sophmore-year roommate. [The
Moment]
New Classics: Albam may look familiar, but it’s fresh
as can be. [Dejour]
Very Punny: Kenneth Cole’s are really starting to
push people in the wrong direction. [Gawker]
No Tom Jr.?: Tom Ford isn’t exactly in a hurry to
squeeze out puppies—which is good given that he still doesn’t
have one of those newfangled man wombs. [NYMag]
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