So, yeah…. How about style posts, instead of Sunday Style posts…? When Sunday is my only day off, it can be too much stress as something that is suppose to be fun. Let’s just make it Style Posts then, shall we…?
Moving on, some time last week, I got back to the studio to find a new-to-me recycling bin. (I have always just used boxes and bags for my studiomate to haul them to his place for curbside pick-up…) I guessed it was from him and his other half. They have been trying to clear out unnecessary clutter from their house.
Inside of the bin was a gorgeous overcoat. It turned out to be an air force overcoat; beautiful heavyweight deep blue wool twill. And, boy-oh-boy, it fits me like it was made for me. I love those moments…
The lighting wasn’t ideal, but I like the location. These are the stairs coming up to the second floor from the front entry to the building.
The jacket is missing one of its incredible buttons. I took care of that with a brooch. Of course! I already did a cursory online search, as well as stopped in to visit at the vintage clothing store, but no replacement as yet. The search will continue…
Such a stunning jacket. There truly has been heaps of fashion smarts poured into the world’s military uniforms. I do love the look and fit. I just have developed a sense of not belonging in them. I am slowly continuing my quest for making these things my own personal big gay uniforms. I have been gathering for awhile now. One of these days, I will have the spare time to sit at the machine and look out! I am thinking somewhere between Sgt. Pepper and Queen Elizabeth I…
LOL
The remainder of the outfit is what I wore to beet bust at Missie B’s. Okay, at Bootleggers, upstairs at Missie B’s…
Still I get a lot of comments. Most often is the question of what event I just arrived from… followed by the gay-men-of–a-particular-age carefully asking if it was a funeral before moving on to comment. I typically only explain in any depth to the perverts. They eyes lit up very quickly with mischief…
The shirt and tie are both by Tommy Hilfiger. And for the record, the thing? You know, that thing about Tommy and the gays, and blacks, and Asians… and whatever else minority it became about…? It never happened. For those not easily swayed by the Oprah, snopes.com goes into further detail about the myth.
The trousers are a beautiful blue twill, most likely wool as well, although I couldn’t find a fiber content tag. I did find a manufacture tag dating them to 1987. Odd, for flat-front trousers, I think. They are a take on herringbone twill; they have the alternating angles of traditional herringbone, but the stripe widths vary. It may even be sharkskin, since the fabric has a particular sheen to it in proper lighting.
I do not recall if the trousers were a quarter tag or not. If not, I mostly likely paid a buck-fifty or less. The shoes are Nunn Bush and I got for five dollars. Sock for maybe ninety-nine cents. That would put the grand total for the entire ensemble at something less than eight dollars. That includes the boxers and a-shirt underneath. Although the Nasty Pig jockstrap underneath it all would more than triple the total…
The Gear Essentials cockring underneath everything else was a gift as well…
I apologize for the blur; the camera was on a tripod, but the overcoat was not… *g*
The buttons are metal and measure an inch and a quarter in diameter.I wouldn’t mind the solution I have here, but at some point, it would be nice to have a functional button again, so that I can button the lapel up tightly during the winter…
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