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Wednesday , August 11, 2010
Random Picture Entry: Meet the Sapeurs, The Congo's Most Dapper Gentlemen Ever
Sometimes you see an image that is so indisputably elegant and riveting that you just HAVE to find out everything about it. For me recently, it was when I stumbled upon some portraits, shot by Francesco Giusti, of these incredibly-dressed dandies from Congo-Brazzaville in the World Press Photo show I went to last week. (I can't reproduce the images here, but you can peek a gander at them at the World Press Photo winners gallery. These images are culled from various sources on the Internet.)
How could you NOT look at such incredible style? The tiny little description told me these dudes were sapeurs, members of a certain style cult of high-fashion dressing in the Congo called La Societé des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Élégantes. (Aside: how amazing would it be to put down "ambianceuse" on my passport as my occupation one day!) SAPE, as it's known by, emerged in the 1960s when Congolese would visit Paris and come back to Africa with the latest styles. According to the description, hardcore sapeurs apparently would save up money (for years, in some cases) in order to buy high fashion from the likes of Armani, Dolce & Gabbana, Prada, Versace and the like. These stylin' dudes often became local celebrities because of their flair for fashion, and would even make appearances at weddings and funerals to lend an air of elegance and glamour to the proceedings. That's all that the caption stated, but judging from the richness of the images (and knowing this was Africa, one of the most geopolitically complex continents EVER--to completely understate it), I knew there was more to the story.
Thursday , July 15, 2010
Imaginary Dude Shopping Spree: These Shorts are the Dealmaker to End All Dealmakers
Hi! Are you any dude, in the entire world, wearing these shorts? That's awesome. Welcome to our new long-term committed relationship!
PS: I'm in love with you
Monday , April 5, 2010
TOO DUDE FOR YOU: If There's One Thing I Know, It's What I Think Dudes Would Look Hot In
My greater point being: perhaps there are two types of men in the world, "Wack Attack Rodarte Crewneck Men," and "Folk Aran Natural Cardigan Men," though Paul McCartney is definitely both of them. Most important of all: I'm so into "Folk Aran Natural Cardigan Men." That's my "type", in case you're wondering.
Tuesday , March 30, 2010
TOO DUDE FOR YOU: The Ups & Downs of this Wack Attack Rodarte Men's Crewneck
DUDES WHO I THINK SHOULD WEAR THIS SWEATER: Keith Richards; drug addicts of all shapes and sizes; SYD BARRETT (Syd was made to wear this sweater!); Mike D; Marlboro Men; Charlie from The Hills; skateboarders in the wintertime; Jughead Jones, if he were real; 1964 Paul McCartney (to spice shit up); Ringo Starr (why not???); Jackson Pollock; Iggy Pop; Jay-Z; cat-owners; Richard Hell in 1975; Zooey Glass; bass players; chicks; one of those "rocker dudes" with long hair that Barker's all up in; Tommy Lee; nontraditional grandfathers
DUDES WHO I THINK SHOULDN'T WEAR THIS SWEATER: John Lennon; George Harrison; cowboys; anybody who is "majoring" in anything; scientists; Julian Casablancas; Julian Lennon; baristas; Cary Grant; dog-owners; Brian Wilson; my Dad; probably your Dad; Ross Gellar and/or David Schwimmer; Seymour Glass; ones who want to be taken seriously as a sexual being, by me; politicians; account executives (Kenny Cosgrove INCLUDED); Sid Vicious (that would just be OVERKILL); harpsichordists; veterinarians; YOU???
UNDECIDED: Thurston Moore
Tuesday , November 17, 2009
Love: A Garment That Combines My Affection for Hoodies With My Affection for Physics
I missed the Imaginary Shopping Spree boat yesterday because, you know, I'm crazy. But if I had managed to not be stupid-busy-and-super-insomniac-y at the same time, I would have posted these hoodies by the charmingly named t-shirt label Ex-Boyfriend. Who doesn't love a hoodie? They're tomboyish and practical, and these in particular name-check some standard-issue heroes of physics in a beautifully simple and elegant typeface. (Now, if this hoodie was a super-citizen of Nerdsville, it'd mention Ed Witten, Garrett Lisi, Stephen Hawking and Lisa Randall. But I merely quibble here 'cause I'm nerdy about astrophysics...my thesis film has one as the main character!) At any rate, they're super nerdcore, but so am I obviously. They come in both dude and lady versions, which is sweet, and they're kind of perfect in a casual geek chic way.
(By the way, those interested in some kick-ass books on astrophysics would do well to check out Warped Passages: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Universe's Hidden Dimensions by Lisa Randall and Michio Kaku's Parallel Worlds: A Journey Through Creation, Higher Dimensions, and the Future of the Cosmos. Nonreaders can Netflix the whole "Elegant Universe" tv series, hosted by Brian Greene...on par with my bizarre crush on Timothy Geithner, I have a weird crush on Brian Greene.)
Wednesday , April 15, 2009
TOO DUDE FOR YOU: Grigori Rasputin, Russia's Greatest Love Machine
Whattup, Comrades? Today's installment of Soviet Appreciation Week is dedicated to the mysticism and beguile of Grigori Rasputin, one of history's all-time sexiest crazies. Pretty much everything you need to know about Grigori Rasputin (except for his zodiac sign, which was puzzlingly omitted, but worry not- he's a Capricorn/Aquarius cusp. Scorpio would have been too obvious) can be summed up by the lyrics to minor disco hit "Rasputin" by Boney M.
I. "He was big and strong/In his eyes a flaming glow"
If the terrifying stare Rasputin exhibits in the image below ain't "a flaming glow," I don't know what is. It is entirely probable that Rasputin may not actually have been a mystical healer/prophet/Son of God so much as a manipulative nutjob blessed with a heaping dose of persuasive powers, and sexiness. Many of Rasputin's critics argued that Rasputin was a big phony, searching only for money, power, and fame. Other Rasputin-haters claim that Rasputin's healing powers could mostly be attributed to a contraband Aspirin hook-up.
If this is the case, that is the fucking coolest thing I've ever heard in my life. It is 2009, and the world still kind of believes that Rasputin had magical powers, but he actually just had a bottle of Aspirin! I love Rasputin. Rasputin's not a businessman; he's a business, moozh-chee-na. (That's how you say "man" in Russian.)
II. "Most people looked at him with terror and with fear/ But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear"
No shit he was such a lovely dear! If Rasputin shaved his beard off, he would be chiseled and beautiful, in a Tony Perkins-meets-Max Ernst-meets-Andrew Bird* kind of way.
*I hate Andrew Bird's music; it's wussy. He's really pretty, though.
III. "But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger for power became known to more and more people/ The demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder"
Turn-of-the-century Russian nobility can be so judgmental sometimes! Who gives a care if Rasputin was balling Tsarina Alexandra? Even Tsar Nicholas II was all like, "Pssshh. Whatevs"- he knew it was worth it. How could anybody pass up the opportunity to have a charismatic shaman on their side? Besides, who would expect any less of freaking Rasputin? Dude was not exactly pious. One of my favourite things about Hot Stuff Grigori is that he was all about attaining divine grace through sin. According to Wikipedia, "this was one of the central secret doctrines [he] preached to (and practiced with- (!!!!)) his inner circle of society ladies."
That's smart of Rasputin. When you find out somebody is really religious or whatevs, you generally assume they're going to be all preachy and think you're going to Hell because you like bong hits and getting drunked and curse like a sailor and are a playa. But not our crafty Grigori! Grigori "Best of Both Worlds" Rasputin took the whole sinning shebang a step even further, miraculously figuring out how to use his religious fervor as a means of justifying his affinity for sinful behavior. Dude was so fucking clever. Honestly- if Liz Barker gets to marry early-1970s Kris Kristofferson, I am so marrying early-1900s Grigori Rasputin.
On our wedding day, I would wear a white Oxford with "RASPUTIN" spelled out in blood on the back, and he would carve "LJF" into his forehead. I need a man who can challenge me.
IV. "They put some poison into his wine/He drank it all and he said I feel fine"
True that, Boney M. A group of Russian nobles, led by a Prince named Felix and a "Grand Duke" (whatever the Helen Keller that is) named Dmitri, lured poor Grig to their palace, where they fed him cakes and red wine laced with enough cyanide to kill five men (Five! Not even just one or two! FIVE!); because he is (a) badass, Rasputin lived, or, according to skeptics, was never poisoned at all. Skeptics need to quit raining all over my Rasputin-worship parade.
Rasputin was eventually murdered by the same gang of evil Russian nobles who failed at poisoning him; there are a billion pictures of his mutilated corpse all over the Internet that you can look at if you feel like barfing all over yourself today. In true Rasputin style, he prophecized his own death and the fall of the Tsar's empire in a letter he wrote (in blood, probably) to a confidante, like, two weeks before his death. It reads as follows:
I feel that I shall leave life before January 1. I wish to make known to the Russian people, to Papa, to the Russian Mother and to the Children, to the land of Russia, what they must understand... if I am murdered by nobles, and if they shed my blood, their hands will remain soiled with my blood, for twenty-five years they will not wash their hands from my blood. They will leave Russia. Brothers will kill brothers, and they will kill each other and hate each other, and for twenty-five years there will be no nobles in the country. Tsar of the land of Russia, if you hear the sound of the bell which will tell you that Grigori has been killed, you must know this: if it was your relations who have wrought my death, then no one in the family, that is to say, none of your children or relations, will remain alive for more than two years.
Too true, too true!
V. ALSO, "RASPUTIN" BY BONEY M IS MAD-CATCHY:
Sunday , March 1, 2009
The TOO DUDE FOR YOU Review: Electric Arguments by The Fireman
"The TOO DUDE FOR YOU Review" was initially conceptualized by Liz Barker and her ex-boyfriend Wapner as a forum for discussing contemporary cinema in a "Siskel & Ebert meets Will & Grace"-type fashion. This week, me and my ex-boyfriend Trevor are carrying on the tradition with our thoughts on Electric Arguments by The Fireman, who are Sir Paul McCartney and some dude named Youth, who was in Killing Joke. To add our own Trevor & Laura twist to TDFY, we decided to get really drunk and stoned before recording ourselves listening to Paul McCartney and talking about it. This is appropriate, since 90% of our entire relationship was spent doing exactly that, only we didn't record it. As follows is a transcription of the smartest/stupidest/funniest things we said.
1. "Nothing too Much Just Out of Sight"
Trevor: (five seconds in) This is great.
Trevor: (twenty seconds in) This is badass.
Laura Jane: It has a "Helter Skelter" feel.
T: (something about Acid Mother's Temple)
LJ: It sounds like a sixty-year-old wrote "Helter Skelter." And I'm just wondering if it occurred to Paul McCartney or not that this is a sixty-year-old's attempt at re- no, deconstructing "Helter Skelter."
T: But you know what Paul always has to do? Paul always has to put in a perfect bridge.
LJ: Do you think he's trying to prove something to himself?
T: The song was way better before the perfect bridge.
LJ: I just think a perfect Paul McCartney bridge can never hurt. (a moment passes) Is he saying "hombre"?!?!
(The remainder of the song is spent trading off on impersonations of Paul McCartney saying "'Ello there, Hombre!")
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Tuesday , February 10, 2009
The TOO DUDE FOR YOU Review: He's Just Not That Into You
Conceived as a sort of "Siskel & Ebert" meets "Will & Grace," "The TOO DUDE FOR YOU Review" stars Liz and her vastly more cinematically savvy dude-pal Wapner. (Liz is Will and Siskel and Wapner's Grace and Ebert, by the way.) When not adjudicating disputes on syndicated television, Wapner writes about film for a website of some renown. He and Liz met in journalism class in the summer/fall semester of their youth, and the first movie they saw in the theater together was either Buffalo 66 or Meet Joe Black - guess which one they liked better.
LIZ: So, Wapner, I don't think there's all that much that needs to be said about He's Just Not That Into You that I didn't cover in the text I sent you after seeing it, which I believe went something like, "OMG THAT WAS SO FUCKING STUPID." But seriously...isn't it great that we straight white people have all these nice gay folks around to offer up sassy sex advice, plus those refreshingly uncomplicated people of color to shed some light on the silliness of our overly thinky white-people ways? Life is so beautiful.
WAPNER: I was talking to a friend after I saw the film and asked him, "Are you offended by the fact that in virtually every romantic comedy, gay people are either a Greek chorus or cheerleaders for the main characters?" He sighed and was like, "I guess that's just the way of the world right now" - like he was resigned to it. Still, for me, that was just one of the many problems with He's Just Not That Into You. Another is the fact that I learned next to nothing about any of the characters beyond their romantic troubles. I mean, if none of the people are flesh-and blood, why should we care about whether they find love, or they're getting cheated on, etc.? The whole thing seems so reductive - Guys are like this! The ladies are like that! - that I was surprised that parts of it had me caring at all. I shudder to think what this movie would have been had not every role been filled with a well-known actor to project certain feelings onto.
LIZ: Yeah...Scarlett Johansson's was the female character I cared about most, basically just because she was the only woman in the movie who seemed to have any interests (singing, doing yoga, wearing cute dresses) beyond obsessing about dudes. But in the end she's punished and winds up as The Lonely Slut or whatever, while Ginnifer Goodwin and Drew Barrymore are rewarded for whining their way through the whole damn movie.
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Tuesday , December 9, 2008
TOO GIFTED FOR YOU + Reader Discount (!) + Giveaway (!!!): For Dudes Who Like Subversive Polo Shirts
Attus Apparel polo shirts, 70% off if you use the coupon code
Wow, this entry is so off-the-hook with all sorts of reader goodness that I don't even know how to begin. Deep breath: Attus Apparel makes polo shirts, but not just any old polo shirts. Instead of featuring some lame little alligator, polo player or tiger on the front like some French investment banker or whatever, they feature emblems of skateboards, punk rockers, beer bottles, the middle finger -- basically subversive little graphics that speak more towards being a smirky, smart-ass 14-year old boy than being a fancy-pants grown dude. Attus have been written up all over the place from Fashionista to the New York Times and stuff, and now they are here at nogoodforme and are giving you readers a mega-whopping gigundo 70% off discount. Um, 70%? For reals? That shizzit is TEN TIMES better than a sample sale. Hell, it's better than Target! For those looking for gifts for that kinda strait-laced brother-in-law who works in banking or real estate or insurance and you just KNOW they're bored out of their mind when they go golfing with the boss -- this is perfect. It's also kind of perfect for that subversive preppy dude in your dorm. Or your little bro. Or your big bro. Or your dude best friend. Or just a dude you know who'd wear a polo shirt to begin with. Some dudes wear polo shirts, right? Anyway: the discount code is the classic nogoodforme phrase TooDudeForYou; use it at checkout and have a blast robbing the bank over the holidays, okay?
Anyway, if you really can't swing a 70% discount or you just like to live all edgy and risky, we also have two shirts to give away: for those with an inner metalhead, we have a hesher polo shirt, and we also have a broken heart skateboard polo for the, um, skaterboarders. (P.S., if you are a hippie skater, let me introduce you to Liz Barker, the best girl in America. LJ is the best girl in Canada, and I'm a woman, thank you very much. P.P.S, if you are a girl who likes polo shirts, Attus cuts their shirts pretty slim, so you could pretend to be trying to win this for your skinny manchild beau. I won't tell.) If you want to win a shirt, you have till this Friday at noon (Pacific time) to leave a comment in this entry and tell me the name of your favorite skater and/or favorite metal band EXCEPT Guns 'N Roses. That one is mine. Okay, you can say Guns 'N Roses, but only if you mean it and tell me your favorite song off of Chinese Democracy. Thank you very much and have a good day.
(P.P.P.S - Don't forget to put an email address when you comment.)
Thursday , October 23, 2008
The TOO DUDE FOR YOU Review: Rachel Getting Married
(New column, new column! And: new contributor, new contributor! Conceived as a sort of "Siskel & Ebert" meets "Will & Grace," "The TOO DUDE FOR YOU Review" features Liz and her big fancy movie-reviewer dude-pal who henceforth shall be known as "Wapner." Liz is Will and Siskel and Wapner's Grace and Ebert, by the way. Anyway, here's our new contributor's bio: "When not adjudicating disputes on syndicated television, Wapner writes about film for a website of some renown. He's currently listening to Regina Spektor and Albert Ayler, and wears clothes he found on the street." And a little background info: Liz and Wapner met in journalism class in the summer/fall semester of their youth. The first movie they saw in the theater together was either Buffalo 66 or Meet Joe Black - guess which one they liked better.)
Liz: Okay, first things first: Where on the Babe-O-Meter would you place Anne Hathaway? I give her an 8.7.
Wapner: In this movie, or in general? In general, I'd wholeheartedly agree. In this flick, I like the fact that she was effectively deglamorized. I know that's something that particularly beautiful actresses want when they're gunning for props from the Academy - Charlize Theron, I'm talking about you, dog - but here, I think she pulled off the "I'm-hot-but-damaged-look" less self-consciously than one would expect.
Liz: I hadn't really thought about that - partly because I'd been too preoccupied with this one mega-annoying thing about the "styling" of her character: This is a movie in which music is EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME - like, to a maddening degree for me - and the best they can come up with for Kym is a Misfits poster and a Sex Pistols sticker? Really? I kind of came out of feeling like the filmmakers didn't completely give a fuck about her character, because they were too caught up in being delighted with themselves over showing us this really quirky wedding or whatever. Is that unfair?
Wapner: That's what galled me most about the movie - which I think is very good, for the record. The wedding was a little...how do I put it? Too much. If I ever tie the knot, I want the Soft Boys to get back together and play "Underwater Moonlight" at the reception, which I consider one of the greatest odes to amour fou ever recorded. Glad to know Robyn's available, at least. And yes, I tire of shorthand set design - teenagers on television always have some sort of road sign, plus maybe a Dismemberment Plan poster in their rooms.
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