The boy Dex opened the door. And I pounced on some green things.
Good thing you don’t edit pictures for a living. Looks like a fun house hall of mirrors. Good to see you fella!
What the hell is this? I’ll just go up the street to Julian’s.
It’s a sham. Can’t a retail warrior step out to grab a burrito during a 10 hr work day, damn.
cvilletochucktown said: There was a time when people actually knew where sprezzatura came from, and applied it sparingly so that it actually meant something. I doubt anyone even knows who Baldassare Castiglione or what 'The Book of the Courtier' even were.
I wanted to say something witty about how you can’t spell Castiglione without “egotistical,” but the joke was a reach at best.
On a serious note you’re certainly right. Buzzwords get recycled until they lose all meaning. And the fact that it’s a translation only adds fuel to the fire that is interpretation. I will say it’s interesting that another buzzword hasn’t yet emerged to replace it. Perhaps we should pore through Tolstoy and find a Russian word that embodies the romanticized hopelessness that is #menswear.
The root of all clothing and elegance is donning your wears and then forgetting that you’re wearing them at all. A suit or any clothing item should neither inhibit your movements or alter your actions, but instead instill confidence and well being. Some of the best nonchalance (being later reflected upon via images) is performed by individuals whom aren’t necessarily studied or trained in clothing but instead wear something the way they see fit. In turn these individuals see nothing unusual or cool about how they wear something but it is rather the overstudied and over educated persons that find it interesting, cool, or “wrong.” At the end of the day, it is the person wearing it that finds joy and the naysayer left with a headache over worrying about how wrong someones clothes are.
Wear what makes you happy and confident, not put others down… it’s just clothing.
John Legend: NPR Music Tiny Desk
Crazy raw talent
It could take from Monday to Thursday
and three horses. The ink was unstable,
the characters cramped, the paper tore where it creased.
Stained with the leather and sweat of its journey,
the envelope absorbed each climatic shift,
as well as the salt and grease of the rider
who handed it over with a four-day chance
that by now things were different and while the head
had to listen, the heart could wait.
—Lavinia Greenlaw, from “A World Where News Travelled Slowly.”
"Stained with the leather and sweat of its journey."
As someone born in to the “digital age,” I still believe there is something to be said about holding a hard copy of the writers thoughts… the way it was meant to be read.
Hozier: NPR Tiny Desk Concert
You know, some of that weird raw talent stuff.