Okay, I’d Wear That!
Most times when I see the latest in haute culture for men by some freaky designer, their clothes are something you could only wear in metrosexual Manhattan. Just about anywhere else you’d be inviting a tire iron beating in some dark alley.
But I’m a cheap fuck, and still wear T-shirts older than most of my tricks. Hell, if they still fit, and haven’t got more than one hole in them, why not?
Thanks to South Florida’s WireMag.com for the pics.