I want to be a cowboy baby
I could talk about threads here, and I’m going to. Give me boots, jeans and a hat, throw in a coke too and watch the slaying begin. There is slim pickings in the corn field of cool in which the cowboy resides. Nowt much grows there, but what does is the finest. And when it comes to getting it right, it takes some talent. Along with reservation and a serious eye for detail. If you think slinging on pointy kicks from a hip boutique is going to cut it you can fuck off.
When it comes to the boots, garish colours and stiff, shiny leather are for those that think they understand style over substance and struggle to feel masculine. The play goes a little like this. Take the masculine and stylise it, thus making it less male, something that shows the wearer to be not intimidated by ‘tough’ and therefore elevating them to a position of strength. Sadly though this is fucking bullshit, it just makes you look like a misguided cretin with no clue and who likely struggles in social situations but gets by because you can talk about your super-cool coloured boots.
Dude on the left = aspirational. Betty on the right = doable.
