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post #901 of 951
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I think we should post the pic and let democracy work.
Comrade got it right, three Marks and a Peter. A couple Matthews were there, as mentioned above. Any Lukes, Johns, Josephs or Pauls?
Close. The boots would have been burgundy.

The pictures are in the lookbook (ohhh... yeah, I should send you a preview), and you look pretty fucking dope. If I wanted something boring, I could have gone and taken pictures at a bank.
post #902 of 951
Thank you. But the question remains: Was that because of the clothes or despite them? My love for Panta, I mean the truth, says it is the latter.
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Thank you. But the question remains: Was that because of the clothes or despite them? My love for Panta, I mean the truth, says it is the latter.

dont sell yourself short there.
post #904 of 951
Fok, when do I get my Panta gift certificate?
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Comrade got it right, three Marks and a Peter. A couple Matthews were there, as mentioned above. Any Lukes, Johns, Josephs or Pauls?
Close.

Kudos to you! An excellent example of the relevance of Theology to day-to-day life.
post #906 of 951
Not really contending, but I have an embarrassing moment of my own and this would be a place to share it. It happened almost 10 years ago when I was still living with my parents and going to college. I had no money of my own, little style and had most of my clothing bought by either my Mom or my gf. I was wearing square toed KC shoes for ultra-important events and sketchers/flip-flops everywhere else. I had brown KC shoes and black KC shoes, choosing them at random. It so happened that my parents' 25th wedding anniversary coincided with their buying a new house. We just moved in the day before the anniversary; everything was still in boxes and there was no light. For the party they booked a nice restaurant and invited all of their friends, important people from my Dad's work, etc. My Mother was wearing a beautiful black dress and my Father the same suit he's still wearing nowadays. Dinner and dancing were to begin around 8pm. The time of year was March and it was getting dark early. At 7pm, when I started getting ready it was already dark. I pulled out two black shoes from one of the boxes, put them on and we all set off to the restaurant. To make a short story even shorter, 2 hours into the night, I looked at my feet and to my horror saw that I was wearing one brown and one black shoe. I mistook the brown ones for black in the dark of the house. There were probably more than 50 people there, everyone was drinking and dancing, and I was the only one sitting at my table most of the night. I looked ridiculous wearing different shoes. Of course, given my easygoing nature and the ability to not take myself too seriously, we all had a good laugh about it there. It still brings a smile to my face to think about that night. And now, it seems impossible to go for 2 hours without noticing my mismatching shoes. Thanks to SF, it'll never happen again. Oh, and those KC shoes stayed in my closet until last year, when I finally donated them to Goodwill. They were in pretty decent condition still, so eat it goodyear welts!
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paragraph breaks.

they are your friend.
post #908 of 951
Well, it was kind of a one paragraph story. teacha.gif
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Well, it was kind of a one paragraph story. teacha.gif

A way to avoid this plight in the future would be to only own brogued shoes that are brown. And all your black shoes are bluchers. Don't own any brogued bluchers and you'd be set.

Unless, of course, you're Japanese.
post #910 of 951
Pictures of said missteps are encouraged, amirite?

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post #911 of 951
I nominate UC's henley and tweed combo from the event itself. 'Twas quite the travesty.

On meeting him, Mrs. A. told me how great it was that we welcomed homeless members as well.

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All my suits were hanging loose over my newly ripped abs. I had to borrow Foo's jacket, and my nightie was the only clean shirt I had.
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I nominate UC's henley and tweed combo from the event itself. 'Twas quite the travesty.
On meeting him, Mrs. A. told me how great it was that we welcomed homeless members as well.
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i really would have liked to meet you. frown.gif
post #915 of 951
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These are my coffee-stained Incotex trousers.

Anyone who's been looking at shoes in this thread will no doubt recognize the carpet from the second floor of the W San Francisco, the venue for StyleForum's 10th Anniversary festivities.

About an hour earlier, my wife, 10-month old son and I were at the Starbucks down the street from the hotel, having just checked out of the W. It was the morning after the O'Mast screening, and I had just finished browsing this very thread on my iPhone, tying usernames to the faces of the many well-dressed gents I'd seen the night before, and checking for updates from Gus and Fok about the soon-to-start vendor showcase. Putting the phone down on the table, I looked to my wife and offered to play with my boy for a bit, giving her a brief respite to enjoy her breakfast. She gladly handed him over.

My boy--firstborn, bright-eyed, joyous and ever-curious--was trying to grab everything he could see. While holding him secure with one hand, I used the other to move my phone just out of his reach. This left me out of position when he dexterously spun around and swiped at my grande coffee with soy.

The paper cup seemed to teeter for a second and then fell over, the plastic top coming loose just enough to allow the contents to gush out. I immediately righted it, but not before most of the coffee flooded the table. Turning instinctively to keep my son away from the hot liquid, the larger share of the coffee pouring off the table splattered onto the floor and my Incotexes.

Let me pause for a moment to praise the kindness of San Franciscans. To this point I had the distinct impression of them as a people cooly wrapped up in their own affairs and mobile devices, mentally detached from those around them--especially so at coffee shops.

So I was pleasantly surprised when two strangers at two different tables immediately leapt to action, one finding and bringing over a wad of paper napkins to sop up the mess while the other went to inform the staff of the spill. Still holding my son, I was unable to move quickly myself, and so expressed my thanks while holding the entire Bay Area in much higher esteem.

After the excitement and the cleanup, I sat wondering what to do about my blemished trousers. Believe it or not, that was their first outing--I'd just gotten them back from the tailor after hemming and a slight taper. I had another pair packed away in the trunk of our car, but I figured if I'd ask the valet to bring the car down, I might as well just call it a day and leave the city immediately, skipping the showcase.

The whole trip had been exhausting. My wife and I had learned the hard way that traveling with our boy was a much more strenuous affair than it had been just a few months earlier. He's usually a calm kid and a charmer with his big toothless smile, but he bubbled over with excitement at all the new sights and sounds of the city. I just wanted to leave right then, make the 90-minute drive home, change into well-worn Levis and enjoy the afternoon relaxing and playing with my son at home before attending another engagement we had that evening.

I was all but committed to that path when we got back to the W. We went up to the second floor to find a quiet spot to feed my son lunch before retrieving our car. That's when I took this picture.

It's also when I saw the showcase for the first time. Brooklyn Circus was just finishing setting up their display. The folks at Goorin Bros. encouraged us to try on a hat as we passed by. And there was Will Boehlke of A Suitable Wardrobe, somehow even more majestic and well-turned out in person than in pictures.

It was re-energizing. I decided to stay. Who cared about the stains on my trousers? The summery grey check pattern obscured the coffee pretty well, anyhow.

StyleForum's 10th Anniversary would only happen once. I wanted to be there, if only for the screening and the showcase.

We were tight on time, but I made a few quick loops through all vendors' booths. The shoes at Leather Soul were gorgeous, of course. A gent at Jack/Knife showed me the 125-year old pair of jeans on which they modeled their newest cut. I enjoyed an all-too-brief conversation with Alan Au, and swapped parenting stories with the fine folks at Sette.

I very awkwardly told Will that I found his site inspiring. He told me I had a great-looking kid.

Thanks, Fok et al, for this forum, and a great weekend. And thanks for encouraging me to bring my son along.

And that, iGents, is my Panta story.
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