The (loose) inpiration.
There are certain phrases that strike fear into every living soul. Some – like “EARTHQUAKE!” “DUCK!” or “ZOMBIES!” – require an exclamation point to really hit their mark, but others are just as horrifying at a whisper: “Bedbugs,” to give one example, and, to give another, “black tie.” Bedbugs will stalk you, eat you, and spread dirty rumors about you, but – have you seen The Tuxedo? – the wrong piece of formalwear, in the wrong hands, can threaten the entire world. Thus, when I heard that a close friend’s wedding was going to be black tie, I was left with a serious problem: how to obtain a thoroughly unembarrassing tuxedo with the $300 that was left on my credit card. This is my story… Read the rest of this entry »
No wonder he's counting money—that sweater cost $390.
Depending on your perspective, you’re either chafing at the news that P. Diddy is throwing his first-ever Brooklyn party next Tuesday night—or you’re planning on crashing. MTV.com reports that a Diddy-hosted tribute party for the Notorious B.I.G. will take place at The Lab, a Bed-Stuy club best known for gay parties on Friday nights. Apparently, as Diddy tells MTV News, it’s “a big deal” for a Harlemite to cross the bridge to these parts:
“I’m going to Brooklyn. It’s gonna be the first time I’m throwing a party in Brooklyn. I’m from Harlem. Everybody in Harlem knows you don’t usually go over the bridge to Brooklyn. It’s a big, big deal.”
Yeah, yeah. We’ve heard that before—from all our Manhattan friends who live here now. Read the rest of this entry »
Photos by Dennis Cahlo and Willy Staley.
I used to think that Army Navy surplus stores were only for paranoids who only felt safe in military fatigues, even if they were just going for coffee. Not until one of my best friends back in San Francisco started working at Kaplan’s Surplus Store on the seedy stretch of Market Street did I find out that the non-surplus goods—Levi’s, Dickies, Vans and New Era hats—are often the best deals at these stores, along with an abundance of cheap outerwear. To take advantage of these bargains but avoid the trap of the “crazy veteran” look, I went shopping at Cato’s Army and Navy in Greenpoint with Brooklyn style blogger Dennis Cahlo. Read the rest of this entry »
We'll be brief: buying a 9-pack saves you dough. Photos by Aulistar Mark.
Underwear. All men have been forced to throw a pair in the trash due to the waistband wearing out, holes becoming too big for comfort, or the skid marks too deep for even Oxiclean to get white again. For men with a particularly active crotch lifestyle, you can’t be bothered to go shopping every time a pair goes kaput. The answer: economies of scale! I traveled around Brooklyn on a quest to find a discount underwear goldmine. Read the rest of this entry »
The (loose) inpiration.
There are certain phrases that strike fear into every living soul. Some – like “EARTHQUAKE!” “DUCK!” or “ZOMBIES!” – require an exclamation point to really hit their mark, but others are just as horrifying at a whisper: “Bedbugs,” to give one example, and, to give another, “black tie.” Bedbugs will stalk you, eat you, and spread dirty rumors about you, but – have you seen The Tuxedo? – the wrong piece of formalwear, in the wrong hands, can threaten the entire world. Thus, when I heard that a close friend’s wedding was going to be black tie, I was left with a serious problem: how to obtain a thoroughly unembarrassing tuxedo with the $300 that was left on my credit card. This is my story… Read the rest of this entry »
No wonder he's counting money—that sweater cost $390.
Depending on your perspective, you’re either chafing at the news that P. Diddy is throwing his first-ever Brooklyn party next Tuesday night—or you’re planning on crashing. MTV.com reports that a Diddy-hosted tribute party for the Notorious B.I.G. will take place at The Lab, a Bed-Stuy club best known for gay parties on Friday nights. Apparently, as Diddy tells MTV News, it’s “a big deal” for a Harlemite to cross the bridge to these parts:
“I’m going to Brooklyn. It’s gonna be the first time I’m throwing a party in Brooklyn. I’m from Harlem. Everybody in Harlem knows you don’t usually go over the bridge to Brooklyn. It’s a big, big deal.”
Yeah, yeah. We’ve heard that before—from all our Manhattan friends who live here now. Read the rest of this entry »
Photos by Dennis Cahlo and Willy Staley.
I used to think that Army Navy surplus stores were only for paranoids who only felt safe in military fatigues, even if they were just going for coffee. Not until one of my best friends back in San Francisco started working at Kaplan’s Surplus Store on the seedy stretch of Market Street did I find out that the non-surplus goods—Levi’s, Dickies, Vans and New Era hats—are often the best deals at these stores, along with an abundance of cheap outerwear. To take advantage of these bargains but avoid the trap of the “crazy veteran” look, I went shopping at Cato’s Army and Navy in Greenpoint with Brooklyn style blogger Dennis Cahlo. Read the rest of this entry »
