Funny you ask, I have been rocking tons of One Buttons lately and chopping it up like a chainsaw thru Nutella. (And I love Nutella.)
Although I am no fashion historian, I would say it goes like this:
One Button Suit: Kind of Jazz man smooth. Rat pack steez. Stylishly sleek. Good for picking up Models and Nightlife Princesses. For the Nightshift. Swooping fly girls on the veranda overlooking the Med. Suit worn not because you have to wear a suit for work.
Two Button Suit: Universal. Biz Stilo. Works well on all builds. Good all around battle tested swoop gear. Timeless. JFK.
Three Button Suit: 60’s Mod style. Good for taller cats. Can be Rakish.
Side note:
Four Button Suit: NFL wide receiver. A la Michael Irvin.
Its no secret that I am not a fan of credit cards. I prefer CASH.
With the Down Economy, younger G’s I know have been telling me about a phenomenon that has been gathering speed: Bar Poaching.
Yet another reason not to use credit cards
Bar Poaching is when someone at the bar overhears the name on your tab and continues to order drinks on your tab.
And at the end of the night when you go to pay, you get racked. Unless of course, you are using a fake credit card, which is acceptable.
You have been warned.
Just hope people the poachers don’t hit you for Bottle Service, credit card guy.
CASH has way more style points anyway.
Side Note:
I don’t Bar Poach. I can afford drinks. Furthermore, I get pro-bono’d almost everywhere anyways.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
The G Manifesto’s Best Break out Hip-Hop Artist, Wale disses Ed Hardy.
Great work.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
It’s not secret that I have distain for Ed Hardy and “Ed Hardy Guy” and have waged a personal war against the latter. (Just like I waged a victorious campaign against “Shiny Shirt Guy”, “Trucker Hat Guy” and “Striped Shirt Guy” before him.)
Chris R sent me the info on Elitaste dissing Ed Hardy:
Let’s face it, most of the people who read this site probably hate Ed Hardy as much as Wale does. I used to hate Ed Hardy. And don’t get me wrong, you would never catch me wearing it. But here’s what I’ve realized about Ed Hardy (and you can throw Von Dutch, Christian Audigier and Affliction in there too), as much as I hate them, never before has a clothing company told you so much about the person wearing it. With the rise of streetwear over the past few years, you have all these kids aspiring to be something or associated with something, but with Ed Hardy, there is like ZERO irony in wearing it. People genuinely think it’s cool. They aren’t TRYING to be cool. They actually think they’ve achieved coolness and that Ed Hardy is the tits when it comes to t-shirts (or trucker hats with roses and rhinestones). The poor decision-making that goes into incorporating Ed Hardy into a wardrobe is very telling about someone’s taste and thought process. With that said, I have turned my disdain of Ed Hardy into something of a human litmus test; a sort of fashion iodine that exposes douchebaggery. Although I think athletes can be exempted from this, as I saw Michael Beasley get turned away from Villa (a very hot club in LA) for wearing Ed Hardy. He just doesn’t know any better.
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
MARILYN RUBINSON recalls her stays at the Fontainebleau hotel as a series of high-fashion snapshots. There were afternoons at the cabana, “a blue hotel towel wrapped around my head like a turban and wearing high-heeled Lucite shoes,” she said. There were evenings at the Gigi Room, rubbing shoulders with New York’s dashing mayor, John V. Lindsay; and she remembers sweeping down the dramatic lobby staircase in a form-fitting, stone-colored gown. “In those days everyone made an entrance,” Mrs. Rubinson, 84, said. “I made lots of entrances.”
In that heady era the hotel was the diadem of Miami resorts, a 560-foot-long, sickle-shaped showplace dominating the Collins Avenue waterfront, where Miamians like the Rubinsons, who own a chain of clothing stores, and well-to-do snowbirds came in the winter to roost.
“Everyone who was anyone was there,” Mrs. Rubinson said. “People wore black tie and jewelry. Everyone was young.”
And everyone lived large at the flamboyant resort, conceived from its outset to evoke a modern Versailles. “It was the place for entertainment, for glamour — an icon even among the locals,” said Cathy Leff, the director of the Wolfsonian museum of design here. “Even now if one asks, ‘Within the city of Miami Beach, what is the most important landmark in the popular imagination?’ it would be the Fontainebleau.”
Can an icon of the past be restored to its former glory? New owners and architects of the Fontainebleau have invested $1 billion to buy and restore it in the conviction that it can. Its original fusion of Modernist rigor and Hollywood cheek, dreamed up by the maverick architect Morris Lapidus, was derided as Bronx baroque, until the singular style of Miami Beach was rediscovered by the Ian Schrager generation.
“In its day in the ’50s and ’60s, the Fontainebleau was state of the art in glamour,” said Jeffrey Beers, the New York architect responsible for an extensive update of the interior. “We would like to restore that in spirit.”
When the refurbished resort is officially unveiled on Nov. 14 with a series of parties and a taping for television of a Victoria’s Secret fashion show — perfect! — visitors will be able to judge for themselves if the mission succeeded. Even recently, as the hotel was still a construction site, it was clear that the old duchess had flounced out her skirts.
“How many places like this can you go in America that are not in the desert?” said Jeffrey Soffer, executive chairman and majority partner of Fontainebleau Resorts, which is building a Fontainebleau in Las Vegas. Indeed, as he strolled the raised oceanfront walkway that overlooks the property, it was obvious the resort had much in common with over-the-top hotels on the Strip.
Mel Dick, who moved to Miami from Brooklyn in the ’60s, visited on his honeymoon. He recalled being drawn to a sign outside the hotel barbershop that beckoned, “Come and have your shoes shined by the former lightweight champion of the world.” It was Sidney Walker, known as Beau Jack, recalled Mr. Dick, a wine company executive. “I sat down in the seat and I gave him five dollars. I told him: ‘I don’t want you to shine my shoes. I just want to look at you.’ ”
I love the Fontainebleau Hotel and I can’t wait for opening day.
My Grandfather had sparred with Beau Jack in NYC when they were both youngsters. I remember my Grandfather (old-school G and head breaker with IRA connects) told me a story of how he saw Beau Jack shining shoes at Fontainebleau Hotel.
After saying hello to his old friend, my Grandfather offered to shine Beau Jack’s shoes. G move to the fullest.
Respect.
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
