Men's Second Style

It’s not easy to keep white shoes clean when you live in post-apocalyptic ruins. Let’s be honest—it’s never easy to keep white shoes clean. Not really. It’s just something that has to be done, if you’re going to wear them. But with a city falling into wreckage around you, it’s an especially daring (and problematic) fashion choice. What with the abandoned cars, broken-up streets, buildings slipping into sinkholes and all. And the dust!—the dust alone is enough to make anyone cry and pull on some grey high-tops. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s been a while since I had a Guest Style Consultant make an appearance here. Actually, looking back I see that it’s been longer than a while. That’s surely not because I haven’t seen other guys out there doing a great job at putting themselves together. They (you) are certainly out there, and I have extended the occasional invitation here and there. But sometimes, sadly, the answer just isn’t yes. Read the rest of this entry »

Every year, about this time, I find myself on the lookout for an outfit, ensemble, accessory—something—that’s at least vaguely Easter-y in theme or tone. I’m not really sure why. It’s not like I’m looking for Valentine’s Day outfits every time February 14 rolls around. How many times can you dress up like Cupid, anyway? Read the rest of this entry »

Bigger is not necessarily better. I know, I know—size matters, and all that. People do say that. But as always, it’s not what you’ve got: it’s what you do with it that matters. Read the rest of this entry »

No shepherds here. No wise men. No baby. No stable, either. No bright, bright star up in the sky. Just an angel. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s almost embarrassing, really, how much I love pea coats. You may remember that I’ve featured more than a few here over the last few years, and I’m highly confident that I own at least a few others. I do have one in RL as well—just the one, but it’s a very nice one, and my favorite coat. But in RL I have just one, and in SL I can have as many as I want. You do the math. Read the rest of this entry »

Last night he dreamt of summer again.

The rain had been falling, on and off, for weeks, and lately it had threatened to turn into snow. The days were bitter and cold, and the nights were long. But in his mind it was summer, for it was summer he dreamed of. Read the rest of this entry »

Everybody remembers at least one. You know what I’m talking about—that one teacher who everybody kind of fainted over, got wobbly in the knees for, maybe actually lusted after. Maybe not in the “Give me an A, or at least a B+, and I’ll do things for you” way, but still. Read the rest of this entry »

No story this time. Don’t worry, we’ll all be fine.

Because sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and an outfit is just an outfit. Which is not to say that “just” signifies anything diminished or less worthy in any sense, in this or any context. But, just as there’s nothing wrong with a fine cigar being what it is, there’s likewise nothing wrong with an outfit that’s well put together being what it is. Because, after all, a well put-together outfit is already more than the sum of its parts. I find myself exceptionally pleased with how this particular ensemble came together, and I hope you find something worthwhile here, too. Read the rest of this entry »

He hated the term. He hated it, but no matter what he did, no matter who he tried to be, he could not escape it. He had been trapped by it from the very beginning, from his very incept date, for the phrase had been prominently featured in his homeostatic promotional material—in shining, swirling letters, in multiple languages, and repeated in subliminal whispers that could barely be heard, yet made their way deep into the mind and all but guaranteed a purchase, if not actual satisfaction. In fact, if he had come with an interactive instruction manual—which he had not—the phrase would no doubt have been emblazoned across every virtual page.

Basic pleasure model.
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