Tag: Paris fashion

Buskers and FOBwear

Paris had some fab buskers.  Check out this ethnic action in the subway.  And Mongolian throat singing? Almost worth a trip to Mongolia for more…

Music seemed to be everywhere…from a punk band playing in the local square for a midnight Bastille celebration to a dude playing a grand piano in the middle of a giant park:

Just as I prefer low end music/art to the $$$ stuff, my fashion palate delights in misguided FOBwear.  In my lifetime, I don’t think I will see anything that beats this number:

Oh wow.  WESTSIDE Gay Johnsons.  Simple legendary.  Why I didn’t pick up this masterpiece remains a mystery to me.  It was only a couple of Euros.  For very little effort, Ebay would have rewarded me with many dollars.

Redressing

Years of toiling in Pittsburgh have retarded my sartorial sensibilities.  This is ill-timed in light of my “move” to Paris.  I don’t want to look like a bumbling American, ya know.  Not to worry.  Bored with learning French, I’ve redirected my energy toward absorbing Parisian fashion.  It has come to my attention that Parisian men dress real gay.  This is problematic.  Not only am I not gay, gaydars tend to clock me in the hopeless/clueless range.  So…what to do, what to do.  Here’s what:  Last week I saw the gayest looking sneakers I’d ever seen.  So I bought them!  Paris here I come!  And yesterday I went to the mall!  The mall!  I haven’t shopped at a mall in 20 years.  I bought Lucky and BKE (Buckle) jeans.  Weeeeeee!  I mean Ouiiiiiiiiiiii!

In other “news”, I’m not sure what to do about my afro.  I know we don’t talk much anymore, but just so you know, I’m three months into a year-long haircut strike.  Unfortunately, follicle results appear to be sabotaging my anti-bumbling scheme.  So there’s that.