Burrows Kevin - Fuck Yeah Menswear: Bespoke Knowledge for the Crispy Gentleman

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eBookNews.SimonandSchuster.com CO-EDITORS IN CHIEF Kevin Burrows & Lawrence Schlossman COGGI SWEATER STEAMER-AT-LARGE Lauren Bailey GAME DE-STRESSER George Von Strugglehousen PITTI UOMO STREET STYLE REBLOG AGENT Thomas Grant DESIGNATED SHOULDER DUSTER Peter Thoms GARMENT BAG HANDLER Shelly Hopper SHOE POLISH TASTE TESTER Nancy Upbright INTERNATIONAL ON LOCATION MULTIMEDIA ONLINE CORRESPONDENT That blogger, we think his name is Steve PUBLICIST Chloe Strauss BAD PRESS PUBLICIST Jill Marshall-Sanderson JAPANESE MAGAZINE TRANSLATOR Takahari Takahishi WOMENSWEAR MOLE Stefan Feathers VELVET ROPE LIAISON Carter C-Town AKA C-Money AKA The Stain Bridges HUMBLEBRAG ENGINEER Jason Dont You Hate It When Slater SOMMELIER Karl Masterson ESQ. III SCARF ARCHITECT Victor Richards RAP LYRIC DECODER Young Stanley TROUSER BREAK ANALYST Walter Stevenson POCKET SQUARE MANIPULATOR Thadeus Wilde HEAD OF 80s GUCCI ARCHIVE Franco Massiato HATER CONTENT MANAGEMENT Joseph Quint SWAG RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT Frank Winston HAIR TECHNICIAN / FADE ENGINEER Frank, the Barber SENIOR SAMPLE SALE INTERMEDIARY Michael R. Lewis HOOD PASS CONSULTANT Free Trillaveli! OG-EDITOR-AT-LARGE Steve McQueens frozen corpse INTERNS Some young-ass herbs and bitches Dear Readers , Thank you for copping Fuck Yeah Menswear . As you read through the following pages, prepare yourself for a sartorial-spirit-guided cashmere acid trip through anything and everything menswear-related.

A style magum opusthe collected photography, illustrations, and stream-of-consciousness musings before you offer a glimpse into the world of men dressing well. Were talking waxing poetic on waxed jackets, highbrow humor in high waters, and double entendres in double-breasted sport coats. Straight up, son? This book is about looking mad crispy. For those hoping to find themselves immersed in a mens lifestyle guide filled with celebrities, luxury dining, a dash of politics, and the latest travel destinations, go pick up a GQ out of a dumpster. Get that other bullshit figured out on your own time. Want to see classy editorials of near-nude starlets? Too bad.

This book is about great-looking dudes in great-looking clothes looking like bosses and nothing else. No girls, seriously. We in here to get sprezzed out. FYMW is about dope product, dope collections, and the steezy world that we call menswear. What can you expect in the following pages? An Amazonian blowgun full of deadly knowledge darts delivered straight to your cranial. Obviously.

As you leaf through, feel yourself getting educated. Menswear is all around you. From musty heritage brands and archive fabric swatches, to identifying the exotic style species found across the cobblestone serengeti that is SoHo, to ruminating on the illest Italians to ever get their photos snapped, weve got you covered. Fair warning. Youre about to begin on a journey that will end in only one waywith you standing naked in an abandoned ravine watching as your old wardrobe slowly burns. Were here to help, but from way deep in the cut, behind the behind-the-scenes.

Were not going to hold your hand and walk you to your tailor or cheer as you try on your first pair of raw denim. You didnt get that reference to an obscure collection that dropped five years ago? In Japan? Step your game up. Figuring this ish out for yourself is the whole point. Think of us as your absent father figures. If were not going to be around, the least you can do is follow in our goddamn footsteps. If you havent realized already, it should be painfully clear that this book is grail status.

Note the very rare binding and paper stock. Were in the Smithsonian writing history for you philistines. This is an illustrated Iliad for the menswear set. Dont sleep. Read it. Refer back to it.

Cite it in your dissertation. Owning this book sends a very clear message to your peers, co-workers, and loved ones: Im trill as fuck. Enough talk. Get to reading. When the last four-in-hand is tied and the last blogger put to sleep, its about the love of the game. Its about respecting the OGs who dressed well before us and the young guns hustling today.

Its about dope product, dope collections, and the steezy world that we call menswear. Fuck yeah, The Editors Where the fuck am I? You cant see me. Thats right. Fort made of Filsons. Im buried under here. With your girl.

Told her she might as well have the best She agreed. While youre out at flea markets trying on dead peoples clothes, Im in my fort playing make-believe. Make believing Im not on that next level Cookie Crisp. Make believing Im not breakin owls necks when Im out all night steezing. Make believing Im not your favorite blogger. Never gonna grow up.

Wearing my forest green Macky Cruiser. No fucking pants on. Fly as shit. Call me Patina Peter Pan. So fucking fly. Saturday. Saturday.

In the park. My weekend grind. My side hustle. Dont tell mom. The babysitters dope. No stache on the grill.

But mad snacks in my stash. Welcome to the BSC. Club position: Treasurer. Club condition: Bottle service. Stove top cookin. Watch the latch.

Go hard on the nipple. Dont forget to burp em. Aint no formula for this shit. Woke up feeling like a wild one. Fuck it, Im on one. Threw on my kit.

Leather jacket. Great for teething. Dad Jeans. Getting into character. Diaper bag. MGM.

Mannies gettin money. Checked the sched. Reviewed my notes. Naptime is at 4 Peanut allergy No more than one pack of fruit snacks Two if hes behaving Richard hates girls (and vegetables) Knew we had to take it to the playground. Rolled up with the koala leash. Let him loose.

Do you, son Lil homie went cray on the monkey bars. Yall ready know. Look at these scrubs. What is that? Last seasons Crew Cuts? Who taught you how to layer? Does your mom dress you or some shit? Mad respect doe. To the girl with the purp cape. Did you see that in Milan? But dont forget whos boss.

Need to hit em with a reminder. New profile pic on deck. Hey, lets play a game Its called Stand Here and Push This Button When I Tell You Ever work an iPhone? Dont be a little bitch about it Dont any of these cats know how to use Instagram? Posing mad hard on up on that jungle. The Cig Out. The Rig Out. Fig Newton shout-out.

To all the stay-at-homes sitting out on the benches. If the pizza partys where you at let me hear you say...

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