The Best Possible Thing I Could've Started My Week With

They have so many pairs of desert boots! They've even employed their own factotum temptress to clean them all with a toothbrush in the back of a truck. Do you think they're paying her? "I don't speak Reggae, but I'm pretty sure she's harping about her plight." Anyway. This is so ridiculous awesome.

[WEST NYC]

"..but in the great demoralisation of the land he kept up his appearance."

[A Continuous Lean]

I want to have sex with these sneakers

[High Snobiety]

Today's Extremely Helpful Thing

"Credulity--do you all know what that means?"

Sunday morning Selectism.

George Caleb Bingham, Shooting for Beef, 1850

Also, introducing, the Uniqlo Patchwork Flannel Check Shirt:


And Liberal Arts students all over quickly turn to run to their nearest Uniqlo, then are saddened when they realize that they're in the middle of fucking nowhere. No really though. In all seriousness. I'm sort of creaming myself right now. But at the same time.. is it ugly or is it cool? It's certainly indulgent. However, if I were a dude, or my ex boyfriend (who I guess would also constitute as a dude but I am singling him out because I'm using his wardrobe as an example in my mind despite the fact that a lot of people have no idea what his wardrobe entails and to tell you the truth I probably don't either anymore but whatever), I would definitely rock the purple/yellow combo (or even this less conspicuous version), because it's gaudy as fuck, but there's something about it that's just really fucking understated and cool, which probably wouldn't be the case if it were made by anyone other than Uniqlo because Uniqlo is the shit. That being said, I've pretty much been consumed by the realm of neutral, unobtrusive colors and don't think I could rock something that loud. I'll probably get one though, of a more subtle palette. I do think they're cool shirts, as long as USED PROPERLY. You hear me. Okay that's how I feel about the shirts.

Cosby influence @ Marc by Marc

This is a man's world

Also, I'd just like to take a moment to mention how dope (even if I am royally tired of seeing topsiders on hipsters) the menswear looks at Boy by Band of Outsiders were before Selectism.com does; I can think of few better sources for springtime sartorial inspiration than the hypothetical lovechild of Jacques Cousteau and Malibu in the '70s.

the same dull indifference

"Yalta was barely visible through the morning mist, white clouds stood motionless on the mountaintops. The leaves of the trees did not stir, cicadas called, and the monotonous, dull noise of the sea, coming from below, spoke of the peace, of the eternal sleep that awaits us. So it had sounded below when neither Yalta nor Oreanda were there, so it sounded now and would go on sounding with the same dull indifference when we are no longer here. And in this constancy, in this utter indifference to the life and death of each of us, there perhaps lies hidden the pledge of our eternal salvation, the unceasing movement of life on earth, of unceasing perfection." -Chekhov, "The Lady With the Little Dog"