I thought about blogging about the Buy Design campaign and the photoshoot but I can’t remember much about the shoot and I don’t really understand the charity. It supplies poor people with new clothes? Some sort of sweaters for hobos initiative?
Frankly, I’m not sure I approve of that.
If paupers have new clothes, how am I supposed to tell who’s poorer than me? If they start giving Johnny Foodstamp nice new shoes, then everyone is just going to quit their jobs, run off and become poor.
Charity is an incentive for failure.
Anyway, this is a picture heavy post (all pictures are by Anna Lisa Sang) so I’m going to put it behind the jump.
For starters, I have no idea who most of these people are. The girl to my left is Anita Clarke from I Want I Got, the guy with the seersucker suit, bowtie and boater hat is Philip Sparks and the girl to my right, in the second row, with the red stockings and scarf is Danielle Meder from Final Fashion.
The rest of these people? Never seen them before or since.
Here’s a close up of my shirt and tie.
The only pics I like of me are the ones that keep my face out of the whole thing. Said it before and I’ll say it again: When I learned that one can either have a good personality or good looks, I bought a good suit.
If you look at the button hole, you’ll notice that my tailor added a nice little blue stitch. It’s one of those details that my camera can never pick up.
It’s hard to find shoes that go with a pink suit. These are what I wore because the leather has a nice sort of redness and I don’t care what anyone says: Pink and red look great together. These days, I wear silver shoes with this suit. Aside from liking the colour combination, there just ain’t no half steppin’.
Not when it comes to pink suits.
I had to remove my eyeglasses because I cheaped out of the anti-reflection stuff and they had a nasty glare. The photographer asked me if it was okay to take them off: “Are they part of your look?”
“They’re part of my eyesight.”
The damnedest thing is, in that world, something being your look is more important than it being your eyesight. I don’t endorse that. If you can’t see, how are you going to see me? It’s just cruel.
You might notice that I have a close button hole on my lapel. That’s just in case I decide to change the jacket into a three button.
But I look strange to myself without my glasses. It’s funny how the things become part of your face. I remember when I got them. I looked a more like a reader and a lot less like someone who was going to kick you in the teeth.
I’ve got to be about the most useless model on the planet. The so-called profession is retarded and I hate doing it. Some people come to life in front of the camera. I feel like a frog on the dissection table. I hate paying attention to things and having attention paid to me. People should politely ignore each other.
That’s probably an odd thing for a man in a pink suit to say. But our desires only rarely align with our inclinations. I’m sure you want things that your personality makes impossible. Why should it be any different with me?
We all get exactly what we want whether we want it or not.
Decent photographers usually find a way to either work around my stiff misery in front of a camera or to use it to their advantage.
Here is an American gothic thing.
And a picture that is unposed. Which explains why I’m smiling. That and I’m probably watching a dog. Animals are great.