A: I'm just hanging out with my giant man necklace. And clutch. And bangle bracelet. And giant watch. And.
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| source: The Sartorialist |
A: God, I'm tired.
M: Everything about this says "effortless".
A: The jaunty half-tuck, the giant belt, the arty sunglasses, the...zzzzzzz...
M: The 27 pounds of accessories.
A: Turtleneck! I'm done.
M: I find myself filled with longing to see his shoes.
A: Oh! No. Please no.
M: I am certain they are magnificent and weigh in at no less than 42 pounds.
A: Embellished. They are embellished.
M: Perhaps even...bedazzled?
A: I was thinking more something like:
M: Okay, what in fresh hell are THOSE. They made me gag a little.
A: Oyster shell boots! I'm dying inside.
M: And feathers! Evokes that dirty-seagull-on-a-wharf feeling I am always trying to attain.
A: They smell awesome, I'm sure.
M: Gagging again. Oyster feathers.
A: I'm sure they cleaned the. Before they. Never mind.
M: We've gone terribly off course.
A: Ewan McGregor.
M: Whew.
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