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You wear Prince on your chest and you get away with anything, as proven by this chick at HiStyley!

When seeking killer kicks one doesn’t often expect to see shoes actually adorned with deadly weaponary, but I guess that is just thinking inside the box…

Enjoy these Rupert Sanderson for Karl Lagerfeld boots with the added addition of the ‘waiting to fall’ axe – pun on cut anyone? Fuck off what do you thin this is? Your reading STNF! Think these pups hanging out on her…

Via Who Killed Bambi?

The Satorialist has been down under and captured this betty in Missoni.

She’s a sweetie for sure, relaxed and sun soaked with a pair of getaway sticks made up of hot kicks and tan tricks – I’m guessing she’s not a native.

Christopher Raeburn takes parachutes and makes them into clothes and then takes wool and makes them into the same clothes and then melds them together. The result is ethereal finese with functinal substance, literally a sheer oxymoron.

I’ve included an image of the piece that the STNF chick would suit, just so. For all the designs and background to these fine and crafted threads hit Raeburn’s site or ILoveYourTShirt which is where I found them.

This pair of Nike Athlectic Sechura jackets are good to go. Gradiented the fuck out of town these lightweight breakers cut like razor edged rainbows.

Throw your coathanger shoulders in these by going wild with your older sisters credit card at End.

MashKULTURE gives you the skinny on their creation that marks ACG’s 20th anniversary.

Bills and Marilyn on your tee. Whoa, I like it hot, but you too warm to tango with – my kicks would melt. And I get upset when I damage my shoes. Maybe we can go bare foot on a rug… problem solved. You can’t let threads like that slip by, casual but oh so smooth.

Via Merlin.

Yay or gay? You decide. There is a possibility of both, but it is slim.

His shades are little too oversized, his hair is just too light and airy, the vest way too vibing on a scragged from the bottom of laundry basket and as for the tats. Fuck, individuality is one thing, but looking like a doodle pad that has sat by a public phone for longer than it should is another.

Overall though, he’s shifting it and I’d definitely drink Corona with him. Make of that what you will…

Via Histyley.

I recently tweeted about a Swedish invasion, and to continue in this theme I give you Cheap Monday’s visual aids.

The Swedish company have thrown out a range of peeper guards that all come in under $40 and feature the below and splendid Night Porter mimicking the all-so-desirable Ray-Ban clubmasters. I suggest rest these on that nose, enjoy the freedom that covering up half of that mess you call a face brings and pitch a ball.

Pikced out by Freshness.

Find me a bearcat and put her in some water coloured silk number that floats above the knee and below the collar bones so that her fire is on full display and can be doused with charm and gin. There’s nothing better than cooling the claret of a hot-blooded femme, like horse whispering but with far greater benefits.

If you think you got what it takes to be a shape in a drape then let this Black Halo Split Pleat piece drift around your finely formed frame.

Via Coquette.

This kid looks like the love child of Lemmy and someone who doesn’t look like Lemmy, lucky for him.

Now the dude is storming his way through the rock mainstays, and they don’t really require explanation or praise, except maybe those fanny kickers he’s got wrapped around his feet. Nevertheless there is problem. He doesn’t pull the look off. I know he worries about how to talk to girls, the acne on his back and how he once saw a dog piss itself in fear when attacked by a mutt twice its size. Those insecurities just undermine that pose and those peeper protectors like you wouldn’t believe… cornfed.

You know what though? It’s ok, because pulling it off is a step up from getting away with and your all over the latter Mr. Elmo from Helsinki, mostly thanks to those leather pipes…

From Hel Looks.

Shiny, black and high… definitely a Whitney Houston joke in there screaming to get out.

Anyway, look pretty shoes! Of the shiny, black and high variety. There is a number of fine stems begging to planted into these.

Via The Streets Walker.

This guy has it fucking nailed in the style stakes, admittedly he could do with losing the hat, but apart from that this fella is reggie through and through…

Sweet huh? Wrong! No threads can save you if, when you open your mouth, you sound like a cretinous wretch!

“Fashion is to feel handsome. My look is English-Rock.
I love life. I don’t like people who always complain.
My message to the world: Make the most of your life!”

Feel handsome? What the fuck? More like feel Hanson, and as for having a ‘English-rock’ look, please. Oh and you love life? Awesome! Have a cup of super with a spoonful of terrific to go with that stop-me-puking-myself-to-death attitude you’ve got. And as for your message to the world – take it, write it on a bit of paper, roll it up, then insert firmly and far into your favourite tear duct.

You can be saved… I’m just not going to do it today. But feel free to get in touch and we’ll talk hourly rates for me saving you from your inner dickhead. Sigh, and he looked so good…

Found at EFP.

In the right place and at the right time to capture these white hot YSL ‘Tribs’…

And one G. Saglio from behind as she vogues across a side street in Brian Atwood’s.

Not bad work at all – Jak and Jil.

It’s a simple design that could be fiercely worn either against the flesh or layered – ladies and gents, I give you Bloodgold Clothing’s Cleavage tee for the girls. Nice, huh?