sharperman:

The Prisoner

Plimsolls x t-neck x piping x secrets. sharperman:

The Prisoner

Plimsolls x t-neck x piping x secrets. sharperman:

The Prisoner

Plimsolls x t-neck x piping x secrets. sharperman:

The Prisoner

Plimsolls x t-neck x piping x secrets. sharperman:

The Prisoner

Plimsolls x t-neck x piping x secrets. sharperman:

The Prisoner

Plimsolls x t-neck x piping x secrets.

sharperman:

The Prisoner

Plimsolls x t-neck x piping x secrets.

(via notyourbatmans)

voxsart:

Palm Beach Pennies 1958.

John F. Kennedy, Gore Vidal, and Tennessee Williams shooting clays.

This sounds like the set up to a dirty joke with an improbable punchline.

I like boats, and I’m perfectly happy to be a fair bit removed from, you know, actually conducting the boat, but I can’t imagine being far enough removed from that for this to be a sensible thing to wear.

#smalltimerproblems

Triple points for the white linen square on the cream suit.

Dear employers, I will have to take the day off today because:

☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm

☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again

☐ A dog looked at me

☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance

☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven

☐ Daylight savings time

☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?

☐ Girls are too pretty

☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted

☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today (via tetraghost)

Though I know this makes me a cliché, I spent a really stressful weekend ironing costumes and listening to the Smiths recently.

(via popculturetart)

cornelia-anne:

I feel so blessed to have just watched this.

I’m certain Corrie got more out of this, since she knows more German than me. But this is bitchin’.

wellwornwornwell:

Supreme x Brooks Brothers. The day that menswear died.

Coming soon to an outlet store near you…

calilock:

If the planet doesnt mind

Summer 2010. I live for six weeks in Vermont with my great aunt, who’s paying me to help cut wood. I find this song on the internet and listen to it on repeat. It sticks in my head as I run up the big hill behind the house with the dogs after dinner. I’m about fourteen or fifteen — young enough to claim that I’m going up there to tire out the dogs, old enough to know that I’m doing it for myself. There’s about a half hour when the view from the top of that hill is perfect, and I had the firm conviction that anything was possible. I didn’t put it in those terms, but now that I have a dram of hindsight, it seems to me that I really did feel that way.

I sleep in late all the time. One day, I sleep through Billy Crown, the neighbor, putting down one of the dogs. Daisy. She had lost another fight with another porcupine, and there was no money to take her to the vet.Half-pitbull, half-greyhound. Too angry and too fast. Always sad, with pleading eyes that looked like nothing so much as Gweneth Paltrow in The Royal Tenenbaums.

I wished I’d said to take whatever money was coming my way and spend it on Daisy. I wasn’t cutting that much wood. I slept so late even her dish was gone. I never saw another trace of her.

I was remarkably consolable. Daisy was never a good dog, and I had already learned that emotions were dangerous and best locked away. I think somebody told me that she hadn’t learned. She wasn’t going to change, and so if it hadn’t been that morning, it would have been some other one.

I still sleep late.

kieljamespatrick:

Defender of classic style. ‘66 II

I want a Land Rover, but doesn’t it void the warranty to keep one clean enough to lean against in white pants?