New York Fashion Week style is always a debatable little biddy. While some folks look impressive, others look downright foolish. A fashion week constant is the manly dandy, that stylish dude who is 1) almost always gay, 2) almost always over the top and 3) almost always sitting front row at the hottest shows. Fashion is far from a democracy so here we’ll break down the fashion week Kings that make us giggle.
This dude reminds me of Steve Urkel. It may be the glasses, the tight pants or the way he’s holding his bag, but at any moment I’m expecting a “Did I do that?” to stream from his lips.
Old dudes at fashion week are fun cause you know they’ve got the money to dress well. This little dandy rocks his look hard and really makes me a bit jealous. I’m such a lazy t-shirt and jeans type of guy so pulling this off would surely require some major thinking, pondering and wardrobe departures. Also, a couple thousand to spend at Saks might help.
This dapper dressers title is “Dandy”. I think that means he likes to skip or works truck stops or something. Love the coat, yes we know you look good, but what’s with the make-up buddy. No amount of mascara is gonna hide your drooping eye baggage. And the over-done eyebrows? Do you really enjoy looking like Leona Helmsley. (if that flew over any of our younger readers heads, here’s an image.)
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumber. I really should just do a post series on these two since they’ve been hitting fashion week each day in increasingly ridiculous outfits
Here’s the conversation that lead to this fashion faux pas.
Senile Old Man at Nursing Home : “Grand daughter, as a last dying wish I want us to dress alike for New York Fashion Week. Can you please grant your loving grand papi this one last wish?”
Young Nurse : “Once again, Mr. Thomas I’m not your grand daughter. I’m your nurse … WAIT, did you say New York fashion week?!?”
Senile Old Man at Nursing Home : “Yes”
Young Nurse : “First, let me change your diaper then show me what you want me to wear.”
It’s Neo from the Men’s Warehouse matrix.
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