Friday, November 30, 2007

Ugly UO: Shall It Never End?

What a steal, this "Palm Tree Printed Bianca Tunic" has been marked down to 7.99! I know I'm always talking about my dreams of dressing like a baby prostitute from 1982, but an item like this just kind of makes me face the sober reality of that particular situation. Maybe it wouldn't be all gold lamé hot pants and orange Candies and huge earrings. It could be as sad as this. And it's like really, boots? You're pairing boots with a long t-shirt that has palm trees on it? Okay, I guess.

You know, Delia's now has full pages of models in their underwear. And it's just like, I don't think the fourteen year olds who buy from Delia's and Urban need to see these images. They're nothing wrong with laying the lingerie on the ground and taking a picture of it like that. They don't need to see these jutting hipbones and protruding clavicles, okay? You've already made them feel bad enough about themselves with your bony, lank-ass models fully clothed.

And now back to these shorts, which, of course are polyester. These are so wide-legged (thighed?) that probably both the model's legs could fit into one of them. I'm really not against shorts in general, but these are so bulky and pleated they look like they should be paired with a raspberry, shoulder-padded blazer and wave bangs, Also, this is bordering on a formal short, a trend I thought was dead, but Urban seems to be clinging onto, with their cold, lifeless hands that are probably wearing ironic rings and whatnot.

This UO Artist Series Zip Up was originally a very overpriced $78. I guess what you are paying for is this gorgeous original artwork by LA-based artist Wil Lin, which looks a lot like the artwork I criticized recently, but more clothed. This is an example of when an artist and a designer "collaborate" which means the artist's designs are pasted on a sweatshirt. And seriously, why did they hire this dude when they could have just copied this exact drawing from the doodles on a twelve year old girl's math homework? (This is kind of a good idea for a clothing line, actually.)

These are called the Cheap Monday Jogging Pant, but we all know we are not actually supposed to jog in them, as evidenced by the fact that the model is wearing some sort of weird slippers. Okay, does anyone remember the name of those pants that everyone had in the early 90's that were really brightly colored and patterned and had an elastic waist and a little label in front? Something like ZAMZ or JAMZ? (then again, what wasn't called that in the early 90's?) I had a pair that were bright yellow, bright turquoise, black, and maybe some other colors. They were a real psychedelic freakout. These are more like a panic attack, but they're along the same lines.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Dick In a Box Withstanding...

Recently (well, over the summer) Gerard asked me why I hated Justin Timberlake. What I want to know is, why does our generation like Justin Timberlake? And not just ugg-wearing sixteen year olds, but lesbians! The "writers" on Pitchfork! Hipsters! Have you ever gone to a hipster party and not heard Justin Timberlake at least once? For some reason, Justin Timberlake seems to be untouchable as far as criticism goes. Well, I have my reasons, and they are forthcoming.

First of all, his music is bad. I'm all for catchy/shallow pop music, but "Sexyback?" Was there a hook in that song? I know everyone loved it (maddening!) but to me it just sounded like him moaning. "Sexybaaaaaack." That's how the song went. Besides that, could his music be any more overproduced? His actual voice is totally unrecognizable in all his "Future Sex" songs. Also, he doesn't write it, he "cowrites" it. With a team of producers. Like Ashlee Simpson.

"Future Sex/Love Sounds." What kind of douchey title is that? It sounds like the name of a terrible modern art show. Of course, this is coming from someone who named his first album "Justified," so what can we expect? It's like, really? Future Sex/Love Sounds? Do you think you are Miles Davis or something?

When beginning this post, I was like, I'm going to googleimage search him and I know I'll find an appropriate picture of him right away. I wasn't aware that he played guitar, myself, but it's more the look on his face that fills me with rage. This one, this one or this one would have been good too. Another thing that bothers me about Justin is that he is considered to have "soul." In fact, he opened a soul food restaurant in New York! Just think, you can go to Moby's vegan "tea bar" or whatever the hell that is and then head on over to experience the taste of authenticity (ohmygod this website is so funny!)

Another much-admired quality of Justin's is how stylish he is. Yeah, he dresses pretty well now that less ugly styles are popular, but let's take a short trip down memory lane and remember when he dressed like this. I remember, at the time, being horrified by this outfit. It's not like you were forced to dress this way in the year 2000. It's not like anyone forced you to wear cornrows. (I guess the soul was trying to escape there.) Clearly he is dressed by some trendy-ass stylist, as evidenced by this so four years ago look.

Which brings me to my final point, that he was in Nsync. If you went to high school during the period when boy bands were actually popular, and not even just boy bands like Fallout Boy but boy bands who were always posing like closeted gay Christian high school drama club members in matching outfits and everyone was all taking it seriously, and one of the "hot one" dated and wore matching outfits with Britney Spears, and that band wasn't even as good as the Backstreet Boys because we all know the "Backstreet's Back" video where they were dressed as monsters was pretty awesome, then I guess you feel some sort of adolescent bitterness towards a member of the band who got really successful. I mean, I'm fine with a Ricky Martin level of fame for Justin, and feel that's deserved (especially the current level, but even during the madness that was the "La Vida Loca" craze.) But nothing more!

PS: Looking up pictures of NSync is actually really funny and worth your time.

By the way, I think you have to cut and paste like half of those links into the address bar but it is 100% worth it.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Perky Nipples and Vacant Eyes: Women Depicted in Art

I occasionally look at a livejournal community called Black Cigarette, which is really kind of amazing. There are lots of posts like this, written by amazingly pretentious seventeen year olds who think their love of French New Wave/Audrey Hepburn/The Royal Tenenbaums is really beautiful and special and amazing (not to say that some normal people don't post there or whatever, but that's the general vibe.) This post on movie quotes is also pretty mind-blowing.

Anyway, there was recently a post on modern art and it's depictions of women, with the main poster commenting on her love of "gorgeous lips and sullen eyes and nipples and hipbones!" The point is, it repulsed me to no end, with its endless parade of naked, idealized, vacant, passive, cartoony women drawn like hipster Bratz dolls, a lot of which kind of reminds me of doodles I did in high school, but, you know, more offensive. I really can't believe the proliferation of this kind of art! This community is full of young women who are supposed to be artsy, but no one seemed to be able to find any art depicting women you know, doing something, besides maybe licking their fingers.

Simone is more of an expert in this than me, but I can't believe not one of them mentioned Amy Cutler, Kiki Smith or Kara Walker, all (very famous, established) artists who regularly depict women as so much more than docile little nymphets- and who a lot of the crappy artists are basically ripping off.

Anyway, I just love this painting on wood up top by Audrey Kawasaki, who apparently paints the "best proportioned faces and the sweetest supple bodies." The two chicks making out and the girl in her underwear are really making me think, and the vague manga style (ohmygod, there's so much more of that!) is pretty fresh.

Ugh. Does this work by "John John Jesse" look like Suicide Girls fan art or what? The whole tableaux with the octopus and the used condom and the naked girl, and how the octopus is wearing a crown, it's very daring.

Oh man! First of all, I hate how every single "surreal" artist thinks the most "surreal" thing ever is a fugly barren landscape; it was ugly when Salvador Dali did it but now we have someone who is copying Salvador Dali but adding the crucial element of a skinny little female in a trendy dress with her skirt blowing up. I mean, Dali's nudes were offensive and all too, but at least they weren't this retarded. By Fuco Ueda.
This is the kind of art that looks like the doodles I did in high school, but mine didn't have girls with leaves stuck to their tits. We have already seen this style, which is a rip-off of 70's stuff, in Calvin Klien ads and on the cover of this Donnas album and it is just fucking everywhere!

I can just imagine the artists (Nadia Hunt) being like, "I guess I'll draw a a girl with long hair flowing into the a girl with shaggy about a flowy plant to add to the mix?" It must be a laborious creative process!

This one's a picture by Cedric Rivrain of Kate Moss topless, doing it with a swan. Look at her face! Even the real Kate Moss looks more coherant! Look at all the wacky stuff these ladies are doing: being naked for no reason, hanging out with crazy animals in bleak landscapes, showing their boobs...the list goes on and on!

A topless girl in the bushes, looking frightened and drugged. This one evokes a lot of questions, like, "Why is she topless in the bushes?" Not to be sexist, but I can't believe this is the work of a female artist. It looks like the work of a balding forty-five year old who tries to pick up fourteen year olds on the bus to pose for his "erotic art." By Jessica Mccourt(!)

God, this is so tacky and ugly! Are these people just copying pages out of Vogue or something? By Lori Earley.
Just lovely. Really evocative of "artist"/douchebag Jeff Koons, airbrushed porn stars, maybe a little Paris Hilton, lingerie catalogues...

Yeah. Seriously. This is seriously a painting that someone painted. If I went to a gallery and the work of "Sas Christian" was on display, I would definitely feel the urge to destroy it a la that guy who took a chainsaw to Michaelangelo's Piata in the 70's. But what I really want to know is, what is under that red t-shirt? I bet it's boobs!

God, this is so offensive! She's eating out of a dog bowl! And the exploitation of cephalopods in these is perhaps even more offensive than the anime porn. By Junko Mizuno.

This is derivative of Tank Girl, except that Tank Girl was a positive force for young ladies, and everyone was really into it in 1995 when cyber clothing was popular. This piece by Camilla D'errico takes all the cyber hideousness of 1995 with a much added dash of confused and busty twelve year old.

I'm so glad that all this art is totally free of body hair. I, for one, appreciate the shading on the naked crotch of the red-haired one. I love how the women in this one are ostensibly supposed to be some kind of selkies/mermaids/sea creatures, but they also found the time to apply makeup, get boob jobs, and squeeze in a Brazilian! Who says today's modern water sprite can't do everything? By Esao Andrews.

And, finally, this piece of crap by Aya Takano, of two retarded adolescent blow up dolls about to make out.

I'd like to end this with a quote from the post: "I don't like Audrey Kawasaki. I think sometimes she gets too close to kiddie porn. But I know what you mean about painting of women. Intoxicating."

Haven't these people ever heard of the male gaze, for christsakes? Don't they know that these images of women as passive"muses" and sexual objects is pretty much the oldest and most typical subject there is? What do we get from these images that cannot be gotten from a crappy fashion ad? All in all, it's sad this art is bad and popular and all, but it's even more sad that it's popular among young women.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Boot Season is Upon Us

Wow, aren't these boots nice? I guess the color combination is sort of weird, and I kind of would prefer if the brown was white, but I love the cap toe! So vintagey! They'd look great with a full skirt. They are by Steve Madden, but they're his fancy line, so they're actually by "Steven Madden" for added class. Remember when Steve Madden shoes never cost more than $60 and were always platforms? How times have changed. Steve Madden also got indicted semi-recently. In case you are wondering what he looks like I found a picture. Ugh.

Am I crazy, or are these awesome? They look like a combination of those orthopedic shoes old ladies used to wear but don't seem to much any more, and something really mod, like they were just made to be worn with a double knit, blocky 60's dress, like this only less ugly. I can't imagine these being too hot of a seller, especially since they are patent.

PS: I really called the whole "bootie" craze of aught-seven with this post, didn't I? Everyone knows all those booties are just copies of styles made in the 30's and 40's, right? Right?

Monday, November 19, 2007

I Love the 70's : Part One of a Series

I don't know why exactly, but lately, I have been really obsessed with the 70's. I kind of feel like the 70's were the last hurrah in terms of well-designed and unique everyday objects like toasters and televisions, and the way everything was always brown and orange and avocado green is kind of cool even though technically those colors are kind of fug.

Another thing about the 70's is that feminism started to come into the mainstream, and, for a brief period, was actually kind of cool. Looking at 70's ads, you see all these images of grinning women doing karate kicks and or being park rangers or what have you because suddenly it was hip to not be a docile housewife or generally passive looking (for brief time.)

Also, something about being a 1970s youth in a Dazed and Confused type of way, driving around in your car and smoking pot because apparent;y you didn't get in trouble for that or something and listening to songs like Brontosaurus by the Move and Sweetleaf by Black Sabbath (songs I would link to if I had the internet smarts) that are kind of like dumb rock songs, but in a good way. I used to be into the 70's because of Richard Hell and stuff, but now the more mainstream aspects of the decade are calling to me.

Anyway, I think this obsession may have began when I lost out, on eBay, on the onesie pictured above. It's by the classic 70's jeans brand "Landlubber" and I think about it kind of a lot. At first bidding on it seemed like a joke, but as the onesie-less days have gone by, I'm starting to think these denim-shortalls may have filled a hole in my heart. Anyway, I really need a pair now and if any of you see these in real life or the internet, you have to make sure I own them really soon.

So here are a few pictures of the 70s that I am into. I have a lot more, so I'll probably do another 70's post pretty soon. Maybe tomorrow! Who knows?
Look at all these active ladies (except the one who is getting the man to change her tires, but whatever.) I also love the quote next to the woman in the pool.

Whatever is going on with Joan Jett's boots (it looks scenic) in this photo, it's amazing.

This is a film still from a Pam Grier movie (Coffee?) and boy are those bellbottoms fabulous. The whole set-up of the shot and the colors are really great.
For the past ten years or so, I have been planning- when I have some money-to have a custom made velvet suit in the style of Mick's here, with a tight fit and bellbottoms. It's going to be dark purple. Anyway, this photo is amazing on many levels.

I just stole this photo of this kid's 1970's era bar mitzfah off the internet. I love the lady on the left's boots and skirt combo, and the way photos from this decade often have this kind of glowy yellow light.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Seal of Approval

I have to say, it's impossible to hate Amy Winehouse. Like, really impossible. Sure, her music is pretty blah and most of the time her 21-inch hips are stuffed into some boring outfit that looks like it came from Aeropostale by way of Crackton, but I tell you I don't care. The way she looks like a homeless B-52 and her hair is five feet high and looks like it is hiding buried treasure and her teeth are fucked up and she has her real nose and her eyeliner looks like a five year old did it and I'm always reading stuff like, "Amy Winehouse reportedly told the BBC to 'piss off'" or "Amy Winehouse left her VMA in the bathroom," well, it's all pretty endearing. I mean, I know supposedly she's a drug addict, but so is everyone else and they never do it with such style, you know?

PS: This title comes from, when, in high school, Naira and I would give the "seal of approval" to people we didn't hate. Not very many people received the seal, so it was a rare honor. Probably like ten people got it or something. And they all should have got tattoos and formed a secret society of people we kind of liked, but not enough to be our real friends.

PPS: Also, Gaby saw Amy Winehouse in an Aldo last summer- class! That's all.

Sometimes Even Looking Like Egon Spengler Can't Save You

There's nothing like a hideous women's sweater from the 80's to let everyone know what a fun guy you are. It practically has puff sleeves, dude. You look like a moron. I could comment on the Bill Gates glasses, but what is there left to be said?

Thursday, November 15, 2007

RitS Presents: Advice from a Fashion Genius

Once, not very long ago, one of my many anonymous readers requested a post about fashion besides for the big-busted young lady, besides a plethora of Lucky-recommended blazers. I sort of dragged my feet, because it's always easier to randomly find photos and make fun of them than it is to seek out photos that fit a specific criteria, but now I have done it! So here we go!

In general, I dislike fashion rules, especially those geared towards certain body shapes, because they are limiting and there are usually exceptions to them, and there are few absolutes (alright, I have many absolutes, but they are usually more along the lines of "Tie dye is fugly!" and "An ironic mullet is still a mullet!" than they are about wearing black with navy or what have you.)

One classic tip: "Wear all one color for a long and slimming line." As someone who always looks at the fashion tips for the short, I have read this one well over a million times. Maybe it works if you are inclined to wear all black (which I am not) but seriously, do they expect you to pair a green top with green pants or something?

Another stupid one: "Large prints overwhelm the small." Whatever. Print size has much more to do with the shape of the garment. And, my personal favorite: "To lengthen your legs, wear a high cut swimsuit." I remember first reading this one on my friend's older sister's bunkbed, in one of her teen magazines, probably while listening to her tape of that Beck sing "Loser" which I thought was so crazy and teenager-y at the time. And even at ten or whatever, this idea repulsed me, and filled my mind with images like the one above left and this (I seriously tried for like 20 minutes to find more hilarious pictures of high-cut bikinis but could not), and today I only wear swimsuits that resemble this one, which is pretty much the opposite shape, and I have deemed it a million times more flattering than whatever crotch-exposing nightmare ( that one is pretty funny, but I was hoping for, like, a black and neon yellow one on an 80's lady with a huge perm) I have been guided towards.
Anyway, even though it's not usually a good idea to follow all the prescribed fashion rules, it's a good idea to know them because they are based in some ideas about symmetry and balance, however out of whack. If you have big boobs, you want to balance them with the rest of your body, creating a harmonious look.

Wrap dresses are often recommended for the big-boobed, and I selected a few examples from and pasted them together for inspiration. (I am not linking to them, because they're all hella expensive and similar styles can be had for less.) While they may not all be to your liking, and the print on the last one might really be sort of ugly, the general idea of the wrap dress is solid, whether the sleeves are short, puffy, three-quarter, or not existent, and the skirt is full or more narrow. The wrap style has a flattering waist-defining tie---or at least a faux-tie or button with the same effect---that also allows accommodates one's boobs, whatever size they may be, without any pulling or the worry that the bust area will be too tight. The v-neckline is flattering because it shows off the chest while creating the crucial separation (more on that later.)
Secondly, if you are narrow of hip --meaning your hips are not much wider than your waist--you can wear a jersey dress with a closer, clinging knit skirt, whereas if you have more ample hips it's better to go for a fuller skirt or a heavier fabric. I know this because I tried on a jersey wrap dress recently that was a lightweight knit, and it clung to my hips in a non-lovely way. Wrap dresses are nice because they are comfortable, appropriate for work, and come in so many varieties that it's not that hard to find a cute one. There are even vintage wrap dresses- I just found a rayon one in my mom's car from the 40's! They can even be layered over tanks or possibly turtlenecks come winter.
The looks above, all from the less classy are looks that, generally, will not work so well with a larger bust. The first dress, which almost might work in a flapperish way but is probably really ugly in real life, provides no definition for the boobs, not even one seam or pleat, as well as no waist definition, so the whole thing will just hang down from the bust like a curtain. The second top, which no one should ever even try on or think about buying anyway because it's poly satin, would work if the neck was more of a v or scoop style, but as it is will just make you look like you are all boob. The last top, again, doesn't provide any definition for the boobs, creating a sports-bra type effect, and cuts across the bust in not the best place.

These dresses, also selected from f21, also will work well. The first one works for the same reasons a wrap dress does- it has a nicely defined waist, room/definition for the boobs, and a flattering v-neck. The second one is kind of blousy, but the elastic waistline gives it shape, and the sheer fabric showing the v-neckline will show off a little cleavage without being in your face. The last dress also hints at cleavage but the bow makes it demure, and again it has a shape and a waist and blah blah blah.
Which brings me to my final point: a little cleavage does, indeed, go a long way. Because people are probably going to notice your boobs anyway, you don't have to show them all off at once- you're already showing them off by not wearing a sack. It's always good idea to invest in a few lacy tanks or comfortable camisoles to wear under clothes so you don't, you know, fall out.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

RIP, Wednesday Addams

For a time in the mid 90's, it seems like it was possible to be famous and not look like Lindsay Lohan looks now. Juliette Lewis, Christina Ricci, even Drew Barrymore were all kind of considered to be hot, but in a quirky, offbeat way. (Remember when Drew Barrymore was all about being bisexual and wearing daisies in her hair and was kind of weird? I thought she was sooo beautiful when she looked like this and this. I thought it was so edgy when she dyed her hair black.) Looking at this photo of Gaby Hoffman and Christina really makes me kind of sad. They're just at a premiere or something looking totally normal, like they picked their own clothes and put on their own eyeliner and semi-combed their own hair. And they were famous! Little girls liked them!

The point is, I also thought Christina Ricci was totally cool as well. Obviously she had played Wednesday Addams, a character my friends and I thought was totally badass even though my friend Lucy never let me play her in games and I always had to be one of those terrible blond girls. Then she was in Now and Then, which is a great movie for young girls, and she played this surly tomboy character and it was awesome.

Then she got older and she started wearing lots of black eyeliner and looking angry and showing up in outfits magazines said were "unflattering" and she was all rebellious and stuff and she seemed like she really didn't care about buying into that evil Hollywood game and all. It was just so cool that she seemed kind of smart and slightly chubby and awkward and normal looking. It seemed so appropriate she would, at fourteen or whatever, react to fame in this way instead of having a weave and smiling a lot and being the sort of creepy idealized teen starlet.But then she just ended up in the same role over and over- the trashy fantasy Lolita. Seriously, how many times has she played someone involved with someone a lot older than her who ends up getting abused in some way? A million? I mean, Black Snake Moan? Did that fucking movie really come out? Could the premise have been any more offensive? And, obviously, she lost a lot of weight, got a breast reduction, started wearing "tasteful" outfits and clearly got a terrible pointy nose job as evidenced in that photo where she is wearing pink. She actually looks like she got her eyes done too, now that she is, like 26 or whatever I guess it is about time to start venturing into that plastic surgery no-man's land where no matter what age you are, you look perpetually jagged and scary and alarmed.

I'm sure the pressure of being even semi-normal looking in Hollywood is very hard to bear, and it really just seems to be getting worse and worse in terms of letting people look different. Every time I see a photo of Christina now, looking all hungry and bony in some fugly designer dress, it makes me shed a (metaphorical) tear for the girl who once wore lots of black and flame capris and looked pissed off and seemed like she had the potential to be interesting.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

"Owner of a Lonely Heart" is Stuck in my Head

Why, you ask, am I posting these photos of rags on my blog? Why, they are not rags, but part of the new, minimalist fashion line of the Olsen twins, currently being featured at Barney's, and full of deals and steals like $300 t-shirts and whatnot. This is like how Mandy Moore's fashion line, the annoyingly named Mblem, with the even more annoying description of "vintage contemporary tees" (what the hell is vintage about this? vintage means old, you fools) is supposed to feature that perfect $85 t-shirt you could never find. I don't know what kind of rich people are bemoaning the fact that they can never find a good t-shirt when there is practically no design involved in making them and there are ten million available for $7, but whatever. I guess they are the same sort of people who think American Apparel really makes a well-priced product that just can't be found anywhere else.

Anyway, it's all very fascinating,- I really love that long gray tank dress old MK is showing us in the last picture. It looks very flattering, unique, and well-designed. Apparently "The Row" has sold really well, probably to the same public that buys Britney's perfume and The Jaime collection by Jaime Pressley. I'm really sure that all these "designers" are constantly hard at work on their "designs."

Also, I just spent like twenty minutes trying to find this one photo of Fergie's line for Kipling (remember those hideous nylon bags with the monkey hanging off them that were really expensive and I dreamed of owning in seventh grade?) that I saw in an old People magazine and stared at for like five minutes in order to make a reference to Paris Is Burning in relation to them, but of course I couldn't find the right one, so the pic at the end of this post will have to do, even though it doesn't look nearly as Paris Is Burning as the other one.

But, I admit, I don't really hate the Olsens. I hate aspects of the Olsens, many aspects I guess, but I guess what I appreciate about them (mostly Mary Kate) is that they sometimes look completely psychotic in the name of fashion, and, in their own troll-like way, seem very devoted to it in a way that other self-proclaimed fashion-loving starlets (Lindsay Lohan, for instance) don't. They don't just wear the latest trends their stylist put them in, and sometimes they look crazy, and not just because of their blank and hungry eyes.

As a visual aid, I've added this photo of Mary Kate super Stevie Nicks-ed out at the supermarket, or the one above where she is wearing the fur jacket. She kind of looks like a crazy old lady in these pictures, or a fashionable gremlin. I also really felt jealous of this beautiful vintage lace dress Ashley wore to the premiere of the classic film Troy. I mean, technically I'm against all they stand for, but I'd rather look at photos of the Olsens clothes than of most famous people.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

How Boys Should Dress

Here are some photos I saved on my computer of men's fashion. Today's theme is the well-groomed, 20's-esque dandy (not to be confused with the more adorned, foppish, 19th century dandy that I also enjoy.)
This is from some fashion spread. It is the gayest picture ever and I love it. Something about severely side-parted hair is so very retro and neat. Clearly they are all listening in through the door at the boys school on to other boys with side-parted hair jerking each other off.

These guys opened up a Viktor & Rolf fashion show last year. The mist, the tailcoats, the aforementioned side-parted hair, it's all so silent film. I love that they are dancing together too.

This is a film still from somewhere (sorry, I should really be checking my sources here), also looking more than a bit gay. I love that roll-neck cardigan with the tie, it's so proper-1920's man and looks so neat and cozy at the same time. It looks like he is wearing a high collar with rounded tips instead of pointy ones, which is also very 20's.

This is from The Sartorialist, and I think the guy is dressed for some Scottish something or other. Anyway, it is all pretty amazing, especially the matching tartan suitcase. Pulling off a double-breasted blazer with shorts is no mean feat, you know?

I'm pretty sure this is from Clara Bow's It (anyway, it's definitely Clara Bow) where she plays a shopgirl wooed by some homosexuals and wears lots of cute clothes. I love how, in silent films, men always wore tons of eyeliner with their perfect suits. I think this might have been some sort of holdover from stage makeup, and it always makes everyone seem like that much more of a glamorous dandy. The man in the forefront has the high rounded collar again, a cut-away jacket, and baggy pants- kind of a fancy version of the Charlie Chaplin look I talked about in an earlier post.
This is from the same fashion spread as the top pic. The plaid shirts and sweaters and vests look very 40's altogether.

This is from a Gucci fashion show at some point. I love the three-piece suits and the way they are all looking so ultra-snotty with their champagne flutes.
I guess I liked this image because it looked old even though it's just the kid who played Cedric in the Harry Potter movies. On second thought, he looks kind of thuggish compared to the more neatly-turned out men in this post. Where is your tie, young man?
This is from the Sartorialist too. Ohmygod, he's got a monocle! He looks like Teddy Roosevelt, and the way his red vest and handkerchief goes with his gray suit is great.