Fat ankles? Almost 4,000 hits in one day thanks to this guy. But there's no free lunch as evidenced here. I don't mind the snark. But the ankle comments hurt. Still, that was a lot of traffic. Thanks, Hamilton. I owe you a shirt. You could use a shirt. And a tie. And a suit.
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OK, so your ankles look svelte but now we're trying to figure out if Le Coq Sportif is trad.
I actually prefer the sneakers to the Yuma, though: They're like a person without a face.
Ya, that guy commenting on anyone's way of dressing is ludicrous. And Russell thinks he is a person "in the know."
He must have self-esteem issues to compare himself with that guy.
Cyberspace is full of professional ankle-biters.
(You have to ignore it. It's part of being a public presence.)
I'm one of the people who discovered your blog via Gawker. It's good. That Gawker writer comes across like a lunatic. All that anger and hate. He needs help.
Chenners- I think the Le Coq is Trad. Post WWII design. French (Lacoste) with a anglo angle. Cheap. And as far as I know -- not hip...
Cono- Russell who?
anon 22:00 - A lot of anger over at Gawker. I mean really. Have a cocktail.
anon 3:45- I'm glad you like it. I never set out to be everyone's cup of tea. Certainly not Hamiltons. But I think he could use a cocktail. I'm just not sure if he's old enough.
One question my friend. The socks aren't ...um...military surplus are they?
Have a great weekend!
ML
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Tintin,
Any one with half a brain could see the perspective in which you took the photo of your "cankle" was strange. If your foot and ankle were as small and cankly (is that a word?) as depicted, you would probably threaten to topple over. Actually, over and over. Like a weeble.
BTW, I think the sneakers are cute. An adjective my husband hates. D
He sounds jealous to me.
Love the blog, glad you're able to have some fun with negative commentary. What's the old saying, no such thing as bad press?
m. lane- You have a mind like a steel trap.
anon 11:45 - Ok. I can't take it anymore. What the hell are you talking about?
D- I'm a 9D as well. In case anyone wants to send me some Lobbs. I hate cute as well but not as much as I hate awesome.
Tessa- He should be although we went to the same shitty college. But I paid my own way through school. Don't know his excuse.
Zachary- Trust me. There is such a thing as bad press.
I think it's been a long time since striped ties and button down collars had anything to do with privelege, old money and elitism. I can't believe how many people there are out there who figure a guy for a fruit or an a-hole the minute he takes any interest in his clothing and presentation.
but you gotta admit, that J.Peterman crack was pretty funny.
Giuseppe- Good point. I was kinda flattered by the Peterman quote.
Tintin,
My husband is a 10 EEE. Which sucks. A lot. Because HELLO special order. People usually measure their feet in length. His are actually cubic. Hope your weekend was totally cute and awesome! D
That guy's head looks like a pimple ready to burst. He is seriously repulsive in the most derogatory sense. He looks like he just crawled out of sewer with his bulbous head, rat eyes and yellowed teeth. He needs to figure out how he's going to afford plastic surgery before writing about fashion of all things. A guy that looks like this would make any situation awkward in real life, which is why he is forced to hide in the depths of the internet.
long story short - just be glad you don't have to wake up every morning and realize you're hamilton nolan.
I think Mr. Gawker could use what we Canadians call a shot in the head, meaning a good, hard, bony slap.
I just saw the the Gawker post and came over here to see if anyone had mentioned it. I'm surprised I missed this post. The jealousy and anger in that blog and its comment section was overwhelming. I've never seen someone whose head was shaped quite like the writer's. His head was odd, indeed.
I'm not gonna knock Hamilton. I picked up a lotta new readers thanks to his post. And I can understand how his readers passed judgement on this blog after reading a post or two. You have to expect that from people who have the attention span of a fox terrier after three Mountain Dews.
Okay, I'm not going to tease about Mr. Nolan's head onna counta he can't do anything about it. But shouldn't he be able to afford his own shirt and jacket instead of having to sneak into his big brother's closet to find big-boy grown-up clothes? ...or have I missed yet another fashion trend-- football pads under business jackets? (sigh) I'm just NEVer ahead of the curve...
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