At the Paul Smith sample sale I did good. For $275.00, the "full boat" price of just one pair of PS Jeans I bought three pairs of jeans, two button down shirts, and a felt hat made in Italy that emulates Luis Mendez style. This hat makes me look mucho Japanese. LOL.
So in this week's episode of "I Love Maggie," Maggie irons one of My Calvin Klien t-shirts and melts the "I" and the "N" in "Calvin" one of my three shirts where I co-opt the brand. Basically I claim that I'm the original "Calvin" but basically I'm wearing a disguise where I'm hiding in plain sight.
In the second half of "I Love Maggie" she grabs my Leica SL while I try on jeans, stripping down in public. When I take my camera back from her I see that it is missing the $82.00 lens cap. I am acutely aware that lens caps are easy to loose, and because of the replacement cost you have to understand that it is highly unlikely or probable that I lost the lens cap. A search proved futile.
So I decide that since Leica follows Maggie's blog and branding is important that I will buy a Leica replacement and take the $82.00 hit, but the moral of the story in this week's episode is don't let Maggie touch any of your stuff, or else it gets lost or destroyed.
We went to the Leica Store in Soho. Craig the Store Manager checked the store's stock, and they had no 82 mm lens caps available, but he gifted me one from a display model. Pretty much got the VIP treatment.
At the sample sale a handful of people said hello to Maggie (her followers), and on the street some passerby yells, "I love your Instagram."
We also stopped at Bloomingdales to buy me a pair of Calvin Klein jeans for a shoot where basically we riff off the Calvin Klein ads. Mike the Skinny Hipster was our photographer for Monday's shoot. Pretty much I play it up as a tough guy from Brooklyn wearing one of my "Calvin disguises" back in one of my former ghetto's "Greenpoint."
So there is a world of difference in quality between the Paul Smith and Calvin Klein jeans. The tailoring on the PS is for a skinny bitch like me, and the size 30 Calvin Klein fit me ghetto style with a drop crotch and so low on my hips that I have a Fred Flintstone like torso. Understand that the Patagonia rock climbing knickers I wear are a size 28 waist, and I can use these comfortably for a 5 hour bike ride.
No doubt that I'm a skinny bitch, but even so some flab does get exposed when sitting down in some of Mike's shots. Pretty much as muscular as I am I can't pass for a contestant for "Canadian Ninja Warrior" due to a small paunch.
Meanwhile by Paul Smith measures I'm a 30 inch waist, a 38 inch suit size, and if I expand my chest I'm a 39 inch chest which is a nine inch drop chest to waist like on a Greek statue.
Friday I went to the MET to see the "Play It Loud" show. On one hand it connected some of the dots I had never considered in rock history, but also it left out and downplayed a lot leaving some vast holes. The history and development of amplifiers was minimized to the extent I felt cheated. How do you play guitars loud without an amplifier? To me pretty much only half a show.
Lots of cool stuff and history, so it is a show still worth seeing, just not complete enough for my liking. I would have thought that the show would of been more extensive, and I felt like the show was more of a tease and designed for gathering tourists rather than N-Thooze-E-ists. Pretty much just another NYC tourist attraction no different than say the "Vessel" in Hudson Yards. Impressive on one hand, but lame on an other.
Pretty much the world is full of mediocraty, so why do anything at all if half baked. What is the point? Use to be in NYC they did interesting and crazy things. Now we just perform recipes for tourists.
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