Fatuous Nonsense

Via LFAT my attention is drawn to the GQ awards for the worst dressed men.

But Britain’s Prime Minister moves up the rankings from third worst-dressed last year to being the worst-dressed man in the 2010 poll, for being ‘anything but a prime example of British style’.

The magazine declared of heel-wearing Sarkozy: ‘Perhaps the French president should spend less time worrying about his stature and more time worrying about his style’.

The worst-dressed list also includes funnyman Russell Brand (second), London Mayor Boris Johnson (fourth) for being ‘Charlie Chaplin… with a touch of Laurel and Hardy, more Hardy than Laurel’ and the whole of the Top Gear team (fifth).

Oh, dear, a fatuous magazine comes out with a pile of asinine wank; quelle surprise. Gordon Brown looks no better and no worse than any other shapeless middle-aged man in a modern business suit. A garment that, frankly, unless it is tailored lacks style and has done for decades. And, I’m sure Sarkozy won’t be wasting any time whatsoever worrying about the facile hacks at GQ and their inane ideas. No one else does, do they?

As someone who doesn’t much like modern men’s fashions because they tend to lack style, I generally regard all men as lacking in style equally, so Gordon Brown and Nicolas Sarkozy look pretty normal to me. A general reticence when it comes to dressing differently combined with an inundation of shapeless, homogeneous garments designed to make us look like sacks of potatoes rather than designs and styles that offer a little shape and flair, leave all men equally lacking in pizzazz to my eyes.

It’s mostly why I bought my business coat from these people. Worn with a black, tailored, double breasted business suit, black slouch boots and black gloves, it manages to look business-like yet just a little different. I have a waist, so I tend to like clothes that accentuate it

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Update: While on the subject of mens’ clothing, this twaddle from Andrew M Brown.

Watching David Cameron’s speech yesterday, in which he fired the starting gun for the Tories’ general election campaign, I couldn’t help noticing that he was wearing five buttons on the cuff of his expensive-looking suit.

The five buttons must mean something, as any student of semiotics knows. It could be some sort of subtle code or social marker, I suppose.

It means that it’s a bespoke suit, nothing more, nothing less. My suits are bespoke and the cuff buttons work – as is usual on a bespoke suit. One has three cuff buttons, the other has four. Does that mean anything? It means that one has three cuff buttons and one has four. C’est tout.

Andrew M Brown is a twat.

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