The other day, I caught a glimpse of Hot Mommy Christine McGuinness:
…and yes, she’s very sexy and has lovely legs, fine breastworks and all that.
But those clothes: aren’t they a little too hard for a woman who’s not going to some dominatrix costume party?
Am I the only man who prefers women to be a little more feminine, and who misses the days when Laura Ashley was the designer of choice, with whites, pastels and soft floral prints?
And the style can carry through to nighties, too:
Was there ever a man whose heart would not beat a little faster when seeing that clothing in his bedroom?
From Andrea Shulman at the Daily Mail:
“The crypto currency FTX collapsed last week, losing $32billion of value overnight. Sam Bankman-Fried, the youthful founder once hailed as a crypto legend and now facing possible extradition to the US from his Bahamas base, is always seen in a pair of shorts. So are we surprised by FTX’s downfall? Not at all. Why? It’s simple. Never trust a man who wears shorts outside of his holidays.”
What she said. I don’t know or care what or who FTX is/was, but her last sentence resonates with me, as you all knew it would.
This look is so over, and even more so when billions of dollars are being discussed.
On the other hand, “crypto-currency” isn’t real currency either, so maybe the small-boy look is appropriate.
So this young couple got married, in a church, even.
The priest looked priestly, the bride looked lovely, and the groom:
…looked like a complete twat.
Seriously: at some point this moron looked at all the clothing choices he had available for his wedding day, and decided on the Sunday Brunch Outfit?
I’m not a believer in the “body language” thing, but it’s no wonder the bride is leaning towards the priest rather than her poor choice of a husband.
I’ve had several requests for details on the Goodwood Revival dress code, with requests for things such as tweed / waxed cotton jackets or trousers (“pants” in Britspeak are undies).
If you want to go Amazon, just search for “Walker and Hawkes” under Men’s Clothing and pick out what you want. (Warning: their sizes are Brit dimensions, i.e. smaller than our generous Murkin ones, so if for example you wear a U.S. X-Large, get their XXL.)
W&H are a cheaper choice than Barbour, who are filthy expensive, so there MAY be a quality / longwearing compromise involved, but so far I haven’t had any issues.
If like me you have an issue with woolen pants (itchy), then go with corduroy, such as the Orvis offering.
I have to get it all together before my trip Over There next year…
I’ve never understood the appeal of the sulky-looking Oz actress Rebel Wilson, unless it was some kind of social compensation for her (over-)weight. Still, I have to give it to the girl, who got sick of only being offered “fat-girl” second-fiddle movie roles and decided to lose some tonnage. So she did, going from gargantuan to merely plump in the space of about a year (and good for her):
Of course, her reduced tonnage meant that Rebel could now choose from a wider pool of boyfriends (and arguably a better class thereof), which she did when she started banging Anheuser-Busch heir Jake Busch. They’ve since apparently broken up, but before they did, they appeared in public together at some dress-up function, and this is why I put the “arguably” in front of “better class” earlier. See if you can spot the sartorial faux pas in the pic below:
Seems to me that if a girl goes through the grueling year-long grind of exercise and diet in order to make herself look more attractive, the least her boyfriend could do was not show up sockless and wearing bedroom slippers at a formal function.
Which is why the title of this post refers not to the pouty Oz chick, but to her ex-boyfriend.
I filched a pic from Knuckledragger, and here it is:
I’ve added letters to each style, and your task for the day, should you accept it, is:
Assuming you had as much hair as the models above, and had to choose one of the above for yourself today, which one would you pick?
(Bonus points if you actually had that same hairstyle in the 70s).
I’ll start the ball rolling: K. I have no problem with the style. (Actually, during the Bass Guitarist Years my hair looked more like J, but we won’t talk about that now.)