ZA/UM: Fazhion Solut:onz

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Fazhion Solut:onz

"Back in the day" jutuga lagedale tulemine on alati ohtlik värk. The Wire viiendal hooajal tõmbas Cheese püstoli persest välja, kui mingi nizzle "back in the day" jutu üles võttis. Aga peagi läkitas Slim Charles talle endale kuuli pähe: "That was for Joe, man". Oli tore stseen. Üldse kaldun arvama, et The Wire on parim seep, mis kunagi televiisorist tulnud on ja btw 1-3 jaanuar näitab FoxCrime kaks esimest hooaega järjest ära. Tänane moesoovitus tuleb from back in the day ja vägagi moekaugelt inimeselt. Selliselt, kelle garderoob pärineb ohtlikult suures ulatuses Sportlandist. Sinep. Ketšup. Majonees.

Kusjuures ma ei kavatsenudki soovitada neid totraid ümaraid päikeseprille, mida Woody Harrelson kandis filmis Natural Born Killers. See iidne 90ndate klassika... Eriti Kadaka turu versioon (rohelist värvi ja kanepilehe kujutisega hologrammiga). Teeme mõttelise eksperimendi ja kujutleme neid prille RK silmil. Oleks see vast kole mammakoinar! Nüüd kujutleme nendega ka teisi kaaspostitajaid. Ainus, kes prillid välja kannaks, on Kristo Viiding.

Kavatsesin soovitada üht teist kaunist kombinatsiooni ajast, mil väljaande "Magneet" rubriigist "UP N DOWN" sai lugeda, et pole õige kanda Exxeli tosse keel teksade peal. Toimetaja käis Londonis ja nägi seal, et tossu keel käib pükste all. Tol ajal oli E36 omanik Jumal. Kooli kõige ässam mees oli kant, kes oli pähe lõiganud ruudulise malelaua Nike logoga kuklal. Liikvel oli Vibe'i pileteid. Sõitsime RK-ga trollis number 2 kui ta andis talle omasel resoluutsel maneeril teada, et soovib olla Vibe'l ja et Naine lükkaks talle ühe väga feminiinse organi näkku. "Wow", mõtles väike CK, "ühe väga feminiinse organi näkku..."

Ühesõnaga moesoovitus! Oranž Nike pusa, mille peal on raskuskeskmena hõbedane North Face sulevest. Sobilik ja kohane on ka must pusa oranži North Face sulevestiga. Kummagil juhul peaks asja juurde käima oranž Nike müts. Hõbedasega sobib väga hästi kokku ka roheline. Sekundaarvärvide loogika järgi peaks lisaks ühilduma lilla aga lillat ei saa kanda. Oluline on ka spetsiifiline futufont, mida näeme Armand Van Heldeni "2 Future 4 You" (sic!) ja Roni Size Reprazent "Brown Paper Bag" ümbristel. Z-täht oli ka mõistagi teema.

Oluline täiendus selle värvikominatsiooni juures on mõistagi helesinine longeroballoon ja helesinine LM. Back in the day tähendavat see Lehe Mäda või Lebrane Munn.

Miks ma seda kõike kirjutan? Sest Kenderilt tuli välja raamat pealkirjaga "Comeback". Nägin paar nädalat tagasi teda tasuta moesoovitusega Roosikrantsi tänaval. Mees pakkis parajasti naist ja last oma Bentley'sse, seljas kaubamärgid, mille kõrval minu kalleim riideese (valge pintsak) on nagu peldik ning peas Müürivahe tänava mammide villane müts. Dasrite: peas Müürivahe tänava mammide villane müts. Jube tore pilt oli. Kui vennad Kenderid 90ndatel huijasid kes reklaamiagentuuride seife tühjaks, kes skeemidega uusi mersusid välja, istusid Müürivahe tänava käsitöömemmed lettide taga kõiki turiste kummastava sildiga "Handjob 5 kroons"

7 kommentaari:

MartinDecember 30, 2010 6:34 PM
Näe, jagad ju küll moest. Selline ongi.
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Aleksander RostovDecember 30, 2010 6:45 PM
Pedekas pane tägid ka ja need peavad naljakad olema!
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MartinDecember 30, 2010 11:09 PM
Tägid peavad olema asised ja mõeldud eelkõige selleks, et klient saaks tägosfääris kergemini orienteeruda.
Ja tossukeel pükste peal on ainuke viis, kuidas ma tosse kannaks. Ma arvan, et see väljendab mu latentseid patriootlikke tunge.
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Conversation KillerDecember 30, 2010 11:41 PM
Arvestades, et teise teema all lendavad juba nii õlleklaas kui munakivi ja seal jätkates on oht lõpetada nuga ning kuul ribi vahel reaalne, on Mikhail Miloradovich'i tääg igati omal kohal. Kuid see on kahtlemata sedasorti tääg, mis rides alone.

Tavaliselt ma riideid ei osta ja veel vähem selle tegevusega praalin kuid täna panin raha sinna, kus suu on. Kaubandusvõrgustikust õnnestus lunastada erakordselt rõve õhukesest kilejast vakstust erkoranž Adidase reivipusa. Täielik must have.
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MartinDecember 31, 2010 3:00 AM
Kreivi Mihail Andrejevitš Miloradovitš (1. lokakuuta 1771 - 14. joulukuuta 1825) oli venäläinen kenraali, joka keräsi mainetta Napoleonin sodissa.

Serbialaista alkuperää oleva Miloradovitš palveli Suvorovin alaisena Turkkia ja Puolaa vastaan, ja myöhemmin sotaretkillä Italiaan ja Sveitsiin 1799. Vuonna 1805 hän toimi kenraaliluutnanttina Kutuzovin alaisuudessa Austerlitzin taistelussa, ja 1807 Giurgevossa hän taisteli menestyksekkäästi Turkkia vastaan.

Miloradovitš ylennettiin jalkaväenkenraaliksi vuonna 1810. Hän johti venäläistä armeijakuntaa Borodinon taistelussa, ja voitti Muratin, Napolin kuninkaan Tarutinossa 18. lokakuuta 1812. Hänen armeijakuntansa jahtasi säälimättä Napoleonin vetäytyvää Suurta armeijaa; se otti osaa Leipzigin taisteluun ja lopulta Ranskan murskaamiseen vuonna 1814.

Vuonna 1818 Miloradovitš nimitettiin Pietarin kenraalikuvernööriksi. 14. joulukuuta 1825 hän meni rauhoittelemaan Senaatintorille kerääntyneitä dekabristikapinallisia. Kapinalliset upseerit olivat melkein jo tottelemassa maineikkaan sotasankarin käskyä palata kasarmeihinsa, kun yksi radikaaleimmista upseereista, Pjotr Kahovski, ampui Miloradovitšin, joka kuoli välittömästi. Kahovski hirtettiin myöhemmin.
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Conversation KillerJanuary 1, 2011 2:15 AM
See oli mees, kes teadis kuidas going out käib...

Mikhail Andreyevich Miloradovich of Rabrenovich and Dubrava was a Russian general prominent during the Napoleonic Wars.

His reputation as a daring battlefield commander ("the Russian Murat" and "the Russian Bayard") rivalled that of his bitter personal enemy Pyotr Bagration, but Miloradovich also had a distinction of being lucky. He boasted that he has fought fifty battles but had not been ever wounded or even scratched by the enemy.

By 1818, when Miloradovich was appointed Governor General of Saint Petersburg, retirement or death of senior generals made him the highest-decorated active officer of the Russian Army.
Miloradovich, a chivalrous man of boastful and flamboyant temper, was a poor fit for the job. Vladimir Nabokov called him "a gallant soldier, bon vivant and a somewhat bizarre administrator"; Alexander Herzen wrote that he was "one of those military men who occupied the most senior positions in civilian life with not the slightest idea about public affairs".

Dekabristide ülestõusu ajal Miloradovitš üksi mässavate sõdurite südametunnistusele koputama. Asi ei lõppenud hästi.

Miloradovich harangued the soldiers for obedience, showing Constantines' sword "to prove that he would have been incapable of betraying him." Safonov pointed out that, instead of executing the tsars' order to lead the Mounted Guards against the rebels, Miloradovich "disobeyed it in a most incredible way ... by going into the action alone."

Between 12:20 and 12:30 Pyotr Kakhovsky shot MIloradovich point-blank in the back; "the bullet travelling up from below, from the back to the chest, tore the diaphragm, broke through all the parts and stopped beneath the right nipple". When Miloradovich slumped from his horse on the ground, Yevgeny Obolensky stabbed him with a bayonet.
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Robert KurvitzJanuary 2, 2011 5:48 AM
Go Yevgeni! Fuck that honor-fag!
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