But their clothes are all colorful! What would you wear from there?
Wow... Sean Cassidy. Really?
If it's really as cheap as they say, maybe I'll enlist my lesbian fashion consultants and make a trip.
They're not all colorful. I got a pair of dark brown pants.
I don't recall it being notably cheap, but that was two years ago; maybe they've changed their niche.
How is it possible that a man who has such strong opinions about women who wear makeup and heels and care about handbags--all the high-end status markers for women--himself cares so much about high-end status clothing for himself? Hmm?
Damn. Not *that* Sean Cassidy, as it turns out. I'm not sure if that would have made it more or less cool.
You mean I bought one pair of nice pants in the last ten years, and had no idea how to go about it? I guess you've got me dead to rights on this one.
8: Hey, I'm *pro* caring about where you shop. Good for you, say I.
I miss buying pants in San Francisco.
They'll sell you any crazy-ass thing with two leg-holes up there.
I'm going to amuse myself by imagining that ogged actually said he was shopping here.
WTF? The page says "Welcome to our online store"... but you can't actually buy any of the clothes on the site. Or even look at them. This is clearly some use of the word "store" with which I am not familiar.
It's a store of clothes. Like a temple store of grain! For use only in famines.
We must not draw down our nation's Stylish Gay Pants Reserve. The danger of Peak Trousers is real, and we would be well advised to tighten our belts.
The Trouser Peak is upon us... damn that Althouse and her alluring arms.
16: You mean Peak Trousers?
Oh obviously yeah you do. Skipped a comment there.
Reminds me of the clothing store next to a restaurant where I worked; we called it "Don We Now Our Gay Apparel." Not that I'm prejudging your pants. Everything is beautiful, in its own way.
I'm with Josh. Apparently, online store means different things to different people.
17: I don't speak your crazy moon language.
Or, alternatively, I don't speak NYC Gay Hockey's crazy moon language.
Breezers.
Or possibly HUGLAGHALGHALGHAL.
Trousers:
Longish hair at the back of both upper and lower thighs.
Obv an Iranian thing.
Made me feel just like this:
Recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massed suits and dressing-gowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high."I've got a man in England who buys me clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each season, spring and fall."
He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher--shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, and monograms of Indian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily.
"They're such beautiful shirts," she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. "It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before."
Only they're pants.
27: My first, and last, attempt at a DIY blockquote.
Will I get Imus'd if I refer to the exclusive French designer as Emile Lafaggy?
DIY blockquote
Now there's a boring party theme.
If by "get Imus'd" you mean "heap scorn and ridicule upon myself," then yes. Yes.
That was two years ago? Oh dear God, my life.
As boring as, "Canadian Goods and Services Tax Procastinationapalooza"?
13 is the funniest thing I read all day.
"If by "get Imus'd" you mean "heap scorn and ridicule upon myself," then yes."
Alright, now I'm totally confused.
I thought it would be OK under the Snoop Dogg defense to the Imus-inspired rappers-are-hypocrites allegation: That rappers are talking about actual ho's.
32: You couldn't have kept that to yourself? I didn't bother to check, and could have gone along merrily assuming that it was a couple of weeks ago.
Okay, ogged, how long have you lived in SF? I thought you lived in Chicago.
Holy fuck. I usually feel pretty clueless here. We're talking about new heights of cluelessness now.
Wait: don't tell me: this means you're gay, right?
You know, my "About" page hasn't changed since the blog's inception...
I could rewrite it for you, Ogged.
There've been a lot of Gatsby refs this week. Who'll be first to use the eyes on the billboard?
I don't believe much in those About pages. Now I don't know what to believe.
I think they're all written pretty straight, except for w-lfs-n's.
I think they're all written pretty straight, except for w-lfs-n's.
Yeah, w-lfs-n's About page is totally gay.
And is "you live in San Francisco" the new "you were in China?"?
There should be a question mark after "Francisco".
You were in China, right, M/lls?
I don't believe much in those About pages
Every single word of mine is 100% true.
48: Does ogged live in the Bay Area?