The What Are You Wearing Today (WAYWT) Discussion Thread, Part II

[the shah]

Phoenix was apocalyptic

eglbc more like fear and loathing

 

[msg]

PBR saves the day, even in a dust storm. Even better, the taste of PBR is unaffected by the dust, so you can just keep on drinking.

 

[StanleyVanBuren]

Details​

 

[gettoasty]

@StanleyVanBuren Have you pretty much got your fit down with Luxire? That 's a nice looking jacket.

 

[penanceroyaltea]

eglbc looks like an anime character wandering around some place in Arrakis (or a character from a synthese story)

eazye has to be the coolest thrifter ever.

MOK delorean-ed back from the 70s.

fuuma with the vanson (@cyc wid it i did get one of those thurston SFxvanson but mine epically failed because it was too long due to some modifications i requested. it's now a sad reminder in my cupboard of time+money wasted.

)

Rais with that smoooooth milkshake.

Vita-soloisT.

Spope

Parker's back yeehaw!

a good day in SF.

 

[Fokken]

Dries Van Noten
Raf Simons AW02
Haider
Stephan Schneider
Docs

 

[Superb0bo]

best fitting jacket and pants I´ve ever seen on you!

Spoiler: Warning: Spoiler!

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[eazye]



omfg @eazye
 that dries shirt. I have been trying to get my hands on that pajama thing for years. Looks awesome. Thumbs up.


Also I now desperately want to hang out with @eglbc
 

I was watching this one on grilled for months. Of course, now I know it was siting there so long because it's a women's. I probably looked at it a hundred times and didn't notice. That being said, the medium fits me perfectly, even in the sleeves.

 

[t3hg0suazn]

Does this count as joining the French chore coat club?

Antique linen Edwardian length coat
Cotton/linen tee
Reverse cordovan boots

 

[Synthese]

No, sorry. You're looking for the Right Dishonorable Association of Urchinous Chimbley Sweeps. Down the street, to the left, and in the gutter. I hear that bonuses to membership with them include access to the finest in throat-wracking hooch, stale ends of crusty bread, and the occasional generous widow.

 

[Ragechester]

chore coats are passé we all need night shirts now

 

[StanleyVanBuren]

@StanleyVanBuren Have you pretty much got your fit down with Luxire? That 's a nice looking jacket.

Thanks, yeah. They nearly got it on the first try. There are a couple very minor things I would change and I did have to send it back once for them to fix a lapel construction issue, but apart from that, everything was per the specs I gave them, which I spent quite a fair amount of time in determining.

 

[Synthese]

eglbc looks like an anime character wandering around some place in Arrakis (or a character from a synthese story)

The Scour-Sands that howled across the pitted surface of Jalok, a backwards desert-planet located near the center of the Seventeenth Ancillary Perdition of Her Illustrious Majesty's Imperial Protectorate, had immediately filled Eig's rebreather with chafing, choking dust upon his arrival. Despite the traditional parasol he had brought from his tropical homeworld and the eye-shades he had been ordered to carry with him on his Exile, the sun and wind had inflicted upon his tender, unsuspecting flesh a desiccation he had thought impossible - or at least highly improbable - outside the half-whispered reports of the strange burial practices of a certain race of proto-humans from Old Terra.

"This," he said, speaking through layers of swaddling fabric to the mute eunuch-navigant provided by the ridiculous excuse for a local government, "Is not the image that 'Early Retirement' connoted."

 

[Synthese]

mute eunuch-navigant

Petition to change @nahneun 's title to "Mute eunuch-navigant"

 

[eglbc]



The Scour-Sands that howled across the pitted surface of Jalok, a backwards desert-planet located near the center of the Seventeenth Ancillary Perdition of Her Illustrious Majesty's Imperial Protectorate, had immediately filled Eig's rebreather with chafing, choking dust upon his arrival. Despite the traditional parasol he had brought from his tropical homeworld and the eye-shades he had been ordered to carry with him on his Exile, the sun and wind had inflicted upon his tender, unsuspecting flesh a desiccation he had thought impossible - or at least highly improbable - outside the half-whispered reports of the strange burial practices of a certain race of proto-humans from Old Terra.

"This," he said, speaking through layers of swaddling fabric to the mute eunuch-navigant provided by the ridiculous excuse of a the local government, "Is not the image that 'Early Retirement' connoted."

**** yes. plz narrate my existence.