wardrobe therapy cause the cavs are losing and it’s monday and apparently the thing to do (UPDATE: Cavs lost)
some of my blogfriends (blgfrds?) have become somewhat obsessed with dressing their blgfrds on mondays. very well then. i’ll dress a friend. him:
his name’s nate. he’s an actual real life friend (one i haven’t seen in like foreves), not a blgfrd. he plays guitar in a band called skeletonwitch. they are pure metal goodness. here’s nate in action:
so let’s dress nate, from the bottom up.
he needs these:
they’re wellie’s with rubber ducks! amaze.
to cover his lower half, he should wear these:
they are a) trousers worn by calvary fighters back when they did cool things like ride ponies or b) best worn while sitting in a canvas folding chair, holding a ‘speaking-trumpet’ and yelling at your actors to mouth lines at the camera with more passion.
to keep chafing at bay, and help flatten that tummy-tum-tum a bit, this is highly recommended:
a shirt. a shirt is the most important garment you wear. unless you’re robert plant. but no ones want to be robert plant. a shirt is the first thing people notice. except, there’s one alternative. to cover yourself entirely in tattoos. and for nate, i think that’s the way to go. but this is a toughie. there’s something kinda strangely elegant about this one:
and the leopards (i mean tigers!) in this one are pretty fucking sweet:
but i’m always one for elegant simplicity, so this one wins out:
(plus, when you meet a hot gal, you can say, ‘i’m batman’ and no woman can resist that)
as far as accouterments, you can never go wrong with an opera cape,
a monocle (get the silver),
and a tricorn hat.
nate: consider yourself dressed.
