To be fair to Guiseppe, I quite like the thrifting ethos under pinning his blog and his one of the better ones around IMO. He comes across as decent enough chap. It's his tattoos I find worrying.

You've clearly picked on the wrong hornet's nest there, Mr Doyle

Is it? That New York teacher was disturbing, double so if he was the one with the tattoos!

Last edited by chatsworth osborne jr. (2013-04-27 09:51:32)

Tattoos and Tyrolean hat apart, I like most of what I see on 'An Affordable' and can see it relating to a larger audience than 'A Suitable' although William Wardrobe is also reputed to be a decent sort.

Pity this bloke didn't get busted taking photo's of his shoos in public.
http://www.styleforum.net/t/168002/shoe-damage-report-shoe-p0rn-central-part-ii/16020#post_6321821

l want some of these igents to start getting busted taking photos of themselves in toilets and public transport so they are reported to authorities and locked up.

Last edited by The_Shooman (2013-05-06 15:28:59)

That really hits home. The other day I was at <local upscale restaurant> and spied a cretin wearing velcro shoes! Velcro shoes! While I was paying $12 for asparagus spears!

As usual, I got really drunk. I could barely see, but I could see a velcro shoe. My blood pressure rose. I tried to remain calm, but I kept flitting my eyes to velcro man whenever my date would look away from me. My left eye began to twitch. My toes curled in my appropriate, consonant shoes. I imagined my date wearing velcro shoes. I had to go to the men's room to "get sick".

At last the check came. Date needed to use the restroom, so I told her to meet me in the lobby as I would just handle the check. I threw some hundreds in the waiter's book, what do I care, I am wealthy. I've never looked at a check in my life, but I know the asparagus was $12.

Between throwing in the hundreds and flying out to the lobby to meet my date I don't remember much. But I must have been a frightful sight. My date screamed when she saw me. I looked at my hand --- a bloody steak knife was locked in my grip. I dropped it and then noticed that my suit pants were covered in blood. Fresh blood. I smelled faintly of iron.

"I got him", I said.

"Who, who!", she was panicking.

"The guy with the velcro shoes!", it was all coming back to me and I was rather proud.

She started to sob. "That was a cast!"

I picked her up, ran out of the upscale restaurant and threw her in front of a speeding bus.

I'm sticking to diners from now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EtD6q6tsj8