The What Are You Wearing Today (WAYWT) Discussion Thread, Part II

[solargarden]

your house is incredible cantstyleace

 

[canstyleace]

^thanks for the kind words mate

dawg, when's the ping pong/pull up tourney?

It's just waiting....

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for me to whoop yo ass.....

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[jet]

haha you ******

let me know

need to start practicing some levers

 

[Lorcan7]

julius leather + vest skirt thing
parlay tee + tank
silent scarf + pants
vintage boots

Silhouette is A++++++++ fantastic

 

[e0d9n0b5]

csa you're nuts

 

[t3hg0suazn]

spope soooo good. shoulda submitted that to silhouette challenge!

 

[in stitches]

Spacepope, that leather is fantastical.

 

[raags]

So good spope. Does it still look dope with the jacket unzipped?

 

[Synthese]

Spacepope + Ghostface (ghostpope? spaceface?) fanfic continues help

BREAK THE INTERNET GHOSTFACE

THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX HOURS AGO Ghostface wakes at 5:45 AM, fifteen minutes before the alarm. Thinks about turning over. The noise from the city is too loud. Gets out of bed. Pulls aside the single blackout curtain, squints at the gray smear of dawn over buildings. Pees, yellow. Brushes his teeth. Makes a single cup of coffee in the kitchen of the pre-fab studio apartment, brings it to the open laptop on his desk. Stretches black headphones over shaved head, still playing music from the night before; listens to bass instead of six lanes of traffic, naked toes curled over desk chair. He has left his terminal on the cinderblock nightstand, has forgotten to turn off the alarm. He hears it through the headphones, rises. Leaves the coffee on the desk, cancels the alarm. Pulls on yesterday’s jeans, folds terminal into pocket. He doesn’t want to shower, not today, not when he’s so awake. He dresses. Long black coat, black trousers. Feet go into worn black boots, leather laces. The floor vibrates when the 6:08 tram passes. The computer chimes. Ghostface sits, scuffs booted feet across wood-substitute, reads. Twelve posts, discussion of old-century cult fashion designers. Flexes his feet, feels the leather give. Types a quick response, grabs a puck of hard, black plastic, stands.

Ghostface takes the 6:32 tram. Caffeine, or not enough of it, makes his head throb. Light spools grey-silver through clouds, reflects off the ribbon of the elevator. Thirty thousand miles above him, a tree grows. “That ribbon is the future,” his father told him fifteen years ago. It is 8:04 when Spacepope slides up next to him and offers him coffee. He has been waiting since seven, but Spacepope is only four minutes late and doesn’t apologize. Ghostface takes the coffee, drinks. The puck is shoved into the pocket of the long coat. He removes it, hands it to Spacepope. “Thanks,” is all that Spacepope says. He leaves Ghostface alone, with the coffee, staring at the ribbon that pierces the clouds. The terminal chimes. His girlfriend knows he rises early. Asks if she’ll see him when she gets off work in the evening. Yes, he says. Don’t be late, she says. He smiles. Tardiness does not exist in the Ghostface-universe, is an unforgivable failure. He has no more deliveries, no more customers requesting tight packets of predatory software. He wonders how to kill the time.

 

[snowmanxl]



@snowmanxl sell me that blazer plz. Thanks.

Maybe when my shoulders become pumpkins like jets

Having another play with a shawl:



Panizza hat
EG herringbone shawl, Landsdown, shirt, lafayette pants
Converse

Late but great. Glad I went back a few pages

 

[habitant]

For Mok.

Eg x 3
Diemme

 

[ManofKent]

^ Cheers! - I think the pants look fine

 

[lmaozedong]

Patrik Ervell
Patrik Ervell
Thom Browne
APC
Maison Martin Margiela

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[LPatterson]

Gourdough's

 

[canstyleace]



Spacepope + Ghostface (ghostpope? spaceface?) fanfic continues help

I always thought that mesh would be something like

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obviously spaceghost would be the main character, a chiseled faced statuesque bounty hunter from the future, harnessing more of the physical qualities of both sf-fit masters, and the sidekick would be the mild mannered moral compass popeface, his only connection to this time, these people...

popeface is much older, much much wiser, and doesn't give a **** anymore about religion but he has to carry on with the facade while he uses his position in the vatican, and its connections, to help spaceghost find his marks, all scum from the future that somehow managed to jump through a wormhole without disintegrating, poor bastards, I dont know whats worse, feeling your limbs expand to the point they burst before you completely disintegrate, or having spaceghost on your tail...