George
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"The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity." - B
You like poetry don't you?
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"The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity." - B
You like poetry don't you?
I always like this Despos number that was posted on AAAC a few years ago:
Thanks for the call out Slew. I am the proud wearer of 20, give or take a few, Despos creations with several more being made up. I have given up posting photos of my clothing (and shoes) as the line between honest, well-informed critique and rancorous bile has been forever blurred on SF. I do, however, think the world of Chris and consider him a friend who also happens to be my tailor. I am indeed lucky on both accounts.
And I have the feeling, some of the threads here on SF resemble “Lord of the Flies” island.
This suit was made for me by a Mystery Bespoke Chicago/Dallas Tailor (or MBC/DT, for short). I will not be revealing his name, however as I don't think that such things are appropriate on such a public website. It is my only MBC/DT creation to this point although I hope to commission many other things in the future.
The severe lack of Despos pics out there indicates that Despos' clientele is way too busy running the world to **** around posting pics of their new patch pocket 3Bs in a totally kewl bolt of cloth from the Unfunded Liabilities thread.
There are actually quite a few Despos pics, just not recently...
What's not to like about the manly language of war and love? Beats Lacan. - B
What's not to like about the manly language of war and love?
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Here is the poem in it's entirety:
Damn. That's almost a dopey-level sentence.
... Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand...
It's the weekend and nobody has been able to stay even remotely on topic, so let's keep the tangents interesting. Is the photo below the greatest collection of tail in the past 30 years? If you're brave enough to disagree, then explain thyself. Otherwise, sit back and respect Lagerfeld's unimpeachable pimpitude.