Misery Bear lives for the weekend

It’s finally Friday, which means soon the Somber Dress Pants of the Weekday can finally give way to the Somber Sweatpants of the Weekend. My plans this weekend, as usual, include ritualistically reloading Youtube videos and watching this blog’s pageviews plummet.

But before that, I must go about my usual rounds amongst the herd of llamas called menswear blogs. I am still excited about my discovery of the nascent No Break subculture, and their hardcore ideology of slim pants and cold ankles. Stopping by Momentum of Failure, I find that indeed the dedication to the No Break mantra is still strong and pure.

Speak it, my brother.

But man cannot live by just sartorial demagoguery alone. Scoping out the other llamas in the herd, I see that anticipation (call it “Premature Anticipation) of Spring/Summer is still soiling the pants of my fellow bloggers, like the lad who is all too eager to his lover’s bare breasts for the first time.

“I swear, this never happens to me!”

Alas, as is true in real life, my herd of llamas wasn’t enough to satisfy my needs. And so, I was forced to move onto the equivalent of a herd of chickens that is womenswear blogs.

Refinery29 consistently has solid coverage of menswear trends. But what significantly sets them apart is that they have professional photographers taking the pictures, and not just menswear nerds with iPhones. But while examining their latest street style slide show, I was aghast to see this fellow:

I was shocked because, although I don’t recall having anyone take this picture, I am pretty sure I am this guy*. Not literally, because my right hand is totally fine, but this guy, Enrique Crame, looks and dresses just like me! Or rather, I dress like him?** The-close-cropped-hair-with-bow-tie-and-crazy-colorful-jacket look is something I thought I had dominion over. Truly, this picture has reminded me of one of the great truths of men’s fashion: “If you dress uniquely, there are always at least ten other men dressed as ‘uniquely’ as you.”

Still, I suppose that shouldn’t try to dress too uniquely, lest you end up looking like Nardwuar. I bet he doesn’t have problems with premature anticipation.

*No, I am not really him.
**The debate of “he dresses like me vs I dress like him” is an immense discussion amongst epistemological circles. Buddhist texts dating from the 5th century BCE have revealed deep commentaries on this, starting when one monk, Sung Tu, discovered this his saffron robes were exactly the same as another monk’s. The two began debating immediately on who had “copped” who’s style and the rest is history.

Anyways, there was some kind of charity event at Inven.tory in SoHo last week called Save Fashion. A nice lady from Refinery 29 took a picture of us.

I never understood the whole “let’s have a fashion event for charity.” In the end, it just seems like a party. A fancy party with superficial people in fancy clothing. That seems almost insulting to whatever charitable group we’re trying to help.

“Hey let’s clothe these orphans by giving them coats!”
“No, I have a better idea. We’ll have a benefit that generates money for coats!”
“No, even better. We’ll have a PARTY in the guise of a benefit in which people may or may not buy anything with a small fraction of the proceeds going towards a fund which may or may not be used for buying coats.”

I went with no ambiguity. I was there for free beer.

More pics at refinery29

Have your own nebulous charity event.