Gonna get pregnant!
So not only am I a little pissed that I didn’t get invited to the recent Tommy Hilfiger dinner, I didn’t get asked to give away any Tommy swag. Me! The ultimate Tommy Hilfiger fan! What the fuck, man!? I’ve been blogging about Tommy Hilfiger throughout this blog. Here, here and even recently! Sheesh. Take note, Tommy Hilfiger’s people! If one person can work the TH label, it’s this former suburbanite.
As mentioned before, Jason is one of those bloggers that just makes me feel baaaaaaaaaaaad. He’s throwing fancy parties with seasonal tabletops and I’m burning taco shells in my shitty 50’s oven. He’s wearing bowties, chukka boots and probably deodorant. I’m wearing a children’s Zoo York t-shirt (kids clothing used to not have PST on it so suck it) and $1 Chinatown sweatpants that have a hole in the crotch so big, you can totally see my balls. I bet Jason wears some kinda light luxury pajamas to bed with a cap or something. I can just seem him shuffling around in the dark in his Tom Ford slippers, looking for the light switch.
If one person I know gets to receive free Tommy shit, I’m glad it’s Jason because he’s very nice. Anyway, check out his contest.
Also, speaking of Tommy Hilfiger, if anyone knows where I can get this in North America, please please please let me know.
Stark. Beautiful. Dark. Some of it actually wearable. Sexy.
God bless Rick Owens. I always pillage his rack at Century 21 (will be doing that next week!). I’ll try on a few long wool coats, a few droopy jackets and then I walk away with a sad look on my face: even discount Rick Owens costs more than my annual property taxes. A boy can dream though (of a post-apocalyptic world in which there are only lanky skinny boys dressed up in sleeveless monochromatic armour to battle evil warlords by raving).
Wow, I have received some interesting entries so far for my Marc Jacobs “Self-portrait” contest.
Really, I’m not looking for the most zany or elaborate. Zany and elaborate gets tiring after you see enough of it. It doesn’t even have to be a photo done specifically for this contest. In fact, if you already have an interesting self-portrait of yourself, please send that in.
Drunk photos are my favourite though. Just sayin’. Here are a few self-portraits that tickle my fancy:
Anyway, keep ’em comin’ to email@example.com.
Include your full name, address and phone number please. So Marc Jacobs’ people can mail your prize to you, dumbass. Sheesh.
Yes, I am finally giving away my first piece of merch to one creative CWE reader. And you’ll be happy to know that it’s from the one and only MJ.
Marc Jacobs is the epitome of men’s fashion carnage so I am very happy to be supporting his new adventures in the world of fragrances. I absolutely love the sample bottle I have been using throughout this fall. It’s a mix of woodsy sexiness and elegant flowers like orchids or lilies. Because it’s an eau de toilette, it lasts longer and you don’t need to use that much. MJ said in an interview that it’s a mix of black pepper and cigarettes but I’m not sure if I want people to think that it smells like my uncle after he eats a steak. Marc Jacobs himself was kind enough to send me another full bottle of Bang last week so thanks MJ!
The bottle is totally hot so I’m going to put it on my new teak credenza. Maybe I’ll be a fancyboy and buy a round metal fragrance tray. How gay that would be, right?
I am delighted to host a contest to give out a brand new and unopened 50 mL bottle of eau de toilette (valued at $69 USD) to one lucky Sunny Fong Chinese Work Ethic reader. It will definitely make a fantastic Christmas present as I’ve tested this on a few guys and they all loved it. Here is what you have to do:
Please email me a creative self-portrait by 11:59 PM, Thursday, November 25th. I will consult with my CWE team here to choose the winner so please have some fun with it. Your shot can be from a digital camera, phone or webcam. It can be as subtle as you want or as crazy as you want. I’m leaving it up to you.
Offensive, racist, homophobic, stylish or internet meme-y photos are VERY welcomed. Some suggestions: the presence of any male genitalia, nakedness or homoeroticism will get bumped right up to the top of the list (yes, we here at CWE are shameless pervs). However, because it’s 2010, I will not accept any black face, anti-semitic themes (unless it’s REALLY funny) or references to rape (a bit of a downer, don’t you think?). I’m so excited! I will also do one myself in the spirit of this contest.
The winner will be announced next week and the winning self-portrait will be published for all to see. If you do include cock, ass or balls, I will be happy to pixelate it out if I post it. This is a family-rated site after all. I’ll even throw in a few honourable mentions if we’re stuck deciding on a winner.
Please send pictures of your dick to firstname.lastname@example.org with your full name, phone number and mailing address by the evening of Thursday, November 25. I promise I will not call you in the middle of the night unless I’m drunk and I won’t sell your email address to a marketing company because I’m probably going to steal it to sign up for free shit on the internet. Suckers.
Not only is Aaron Johnson nice to look at, this was a very well-made film about John Lennon’s teenage years. It’s emotional, riveting and sharp. The writing is fantastic and the acting is stellar. Kristen Scott Thomas, who I’ve never been a fan of, gives such a subtle performance reminiscent of her amazing supporting role in Four Weddings and a Funeral. Johnson lights up the screen. He has incredible presence and I predict he’s going to be a huge star if he doesn’t get too sidetracked with bangin’ the Director (photographer Sam Taylor Wood).
But my favourite thing about this film? The style!
Oh, the 50s in Liverpool was a wet dream of fashion, tailoring and boyish style. I was scanning the stitching on every shirt, drooling over every jacket.
More photographers should go into film. They don’t mess around.
Anyway, go see this!
From Milan Fashion Week, a montage of waify male models. Nice. Fuck all this A&F bullshit. There’s room for skinny minnies too.
I guess whenever I feel depressed and disheveled, I can just look at this photo of Sean Penn and feel better about myself.
He looks how I sometimes feel.