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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 »
When he stepped off the train into the empty station, he felt not fear or apprehension but, rather, simple annoyance. He hesitated for a moment and turned to signal the porter, but the porter had vanished back into the car and the train was already pulling out of the station in chuffing clouds of steam. He was annoyed because it had been no small task to secure passage to New Babbage on such short notice (notwithstanding the urgent nature and secretly noble origins of the request), especially in a style to which he was most comfortably accustomed. He was annoyed because he could see clearly that, in spite of all extravagant promises to the contrary, no one was there to meet him. He was annoyed because he could see that the nearby hostelry was the Mechanix Arms—no doubt a fine enough establishment, but it was not the Brunel Hall Hotel, where he had rooms reserved for his immediate occupancy. Read the rest of this entry »
It was a hard life, living in the Wastelands. No one denied that. In fact, it was one of the hardest lives one could be born to. It was even harder living on the edge of the Great Fissure. No one quite believed that, unless they themselves had been born to it. Or exiled there. 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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Not just anyone, and certainly not everyone, can be a dandy. My own image of the contemporary dandy is quite specific: Richard Jeperson, investigator for the Diogenes Club. Perhaps you’ve heard of him? Although little is known of his background, he is perhaps as well known for his flamboyant 1970s dress sense as for his psychic investigative work on behalf of perhaps the most secret branch of Britain’s secret intelligence services. Along with his sidekick and fellow operative Vanessa, he has been responsible on any number of occasions for preserving the safety of Britain, and perhaps the world, in the face of supernatural forces beyond our understanding.
Oh, and also—he’s fictional. But that doesn’t keep him from setting the bar pretty high when it comes to dandy. No indeed, it does not, believe you me. Read the rest of this entry »
It is not widely known that the Fae Airborne Legion played a critical role in several key victories during the Clockworks Campaign of 1864. In fact, the very existence of the Fae Airborne Legion is not widely known. This is doubtless due to the fae people’s resistance to fame and publicity. Written history (human, of course, as the fae keep no such tradition) is all but mum on the subject. Nonetheless, oral histories of fae and human alike document and retell tales of decisive victories, such as the one at Gorham Grange, that would surely have been routs but for the contributions of the FAL. Read the rest of this entry »
Thrashin’.
Gleaming the Cube.
Lords of Dogtown.
You recognize them, of course you do, these classics that immortalize skate culture. For context, I could also mention The Endless Summer, given skate culture’s arguable origins in and ties to surf culture. (Just be glad I didn’t mention Solarbabies or Prayer of the Rollerboys. You think I’m joking, but I’m not.) Each of these pillars of cinematic excellence puts its own spin on skater style, acknowledging the influences drawn from punk, surf and beach-city fashions. One could learn a great deal from how Josh Brolin, Christian Slater and Emile Hirsch outfit themselves.
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Hey, is that thing on? Okay, I see the light blinking. Fresh batteries, right? Make sure you get it all down now, because don’t think you’re calling me back for a second round because your batteries died. Oh, and I want a copy—not that I don’t trust you, but still. Just for reference. Don’t send it to me, send it to my agent. She takes fifteen percent, she might as well do something once in a while. Read the rest of this entry »
Lo these many or at least several months ago, so long ago I’m not sure exactly when, I remember receiving an IM one evening from someone I knew by reputation, but not personally. “We’re making new stuff! We’re opening a shop! We’re so excited!†The “we†in question was Ghost Harris and Willow Caldera, and the ensuing chat was friendly, humorous and altogether enjoyable. In all honesty, at this point I’m not really sure which one of them I was chatting with that evening. Was it Ghost? Was it Willow? Does it matter? Nah, not really. It was good news, and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. Read the rest of this entry »
Although it was a “new release†announcement that brought me to jada Tigerpaw’s grungy-punky-fantasy clothing and accessories shop Returned Karma, in the end it actually wasn’t the new release I ended up taking home. Not that the new release (a grunge/fantasy outfit called Biter; think Taylor Lautner as Jacob Black) doesn’t look good—don’t get me wrong, it looks great. No, it was just that, after browsing the small but varied collection of men’s items, I found myself most intrigued by this fantasy ensemble, called Sticky Rice. Read the rest of this entry »