R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
this is the only september 11th post I’m reblogging
Homo sapiens sapiens is an intolerant subspecies. We find reasons to fight one another.
Why It’s Hard to Take Men’s Fashion Magazines Seriously
This New York Times Magazine piece features a brooding model wearing some beautiful leather jackets in a banal suburban setting. OK. Not a problem; even kind of cool. The average price of the five jackets shown? $5,980.60. And it’s not a number thrown off by an outlier; the bargain Coach jacket above is the cheapest at just under $1k.
According to the Bureau of Labor Statistics, the average American family spent $1,736 on clothing in 2012 (the subset of “men and boys” spent $408, a figure that may make PTO readers blush). Maybe the New York Times Magazine fashion spread is not intended for the average man, but the Times has estimated that the median income of its website visitors is $70,000, just above the national average of about $66,000.
I know that we, too, regularly recommend clothing with costs that would dwarf the average man’s yearly apparel budget, and we gawk admiringly at the wardrobes of the superwealthy, but the gulf between realistic spending habits and the cost of the clothing regularly featured in the pages of magazines raises the questions: what’s the point? To look at beautiful things, artfully arranged? To show us what’s current in loftier circles that we might aspire to? To placate advertisers? And where do we each choose to draw the line between what’s OK to spend vs. what is ridiculous?
I’d argue this economic disconnect is what drives men to seek out more value-oriented sources of information like PTO, independent blogs, and clothing forums.
Photo by Matthew Kristall.
I’d say it’s to make the consumer happy that he paid only $350 at Marshalls for that Coach jacket that was originally $1000. Who really pays retail for fashion? Nobody.
I bought my trusty bastón from the old guy here. It saved my bacon once .
Dozens of other peregrinos in your band. You don’t know them yet, but you see them day after day, dine, laugh, cry, pray, drink, with them. You tell them things you wouldn’t tell your best friend. It’s the Camino, and you’ll be changed forever.
Day5 of my Camino, my feet have crunched 145km of road, 4 painful blisters. But they are doing great, supporting my body plus 14kg of extra load. +34 degrees in the hot Spanish sun and I’m drinking around 6-8 liters of water a day. The landscape is changing, less trees, less green, more vineyards as we are about to leave the Navarra and enter the Rioja. Most pics you see are taken early morning as us pilgrims wake up at 5.30am with the general cacophony that changes from snoring to the one of packing rucksacks. Plain breakfast (whatever is left from the day before) and then set off time at 6.30am with still stars in the sky. We walk without any interruptions for hours and hours without even caring of knowing what the time is. Buen Camino, hola and gracias are the words that I exchange with the slower walkers or the fast bikers that I cant keep the pace with. While more interesting conversations happen with those going at a similar pace. Mine is around 6km per hour. At around 11am the sun is really hot and we all start slowing down. And then around 2pm there is the race to find an Albegue with a free bed. Yesterday I arrived in Estella after 38km walk to hear that there were no beds, you can only but accept it and with no despair I had to walk an extra 2km to find a nice gym that has been converted into an Albergue: it was luxury! A shower is the first thing that anyone can dream of, then a short rest, then dinner at 4pm. The dinner so far has been baguettes with tomatoes and cheese (thank you papà for your Swiss army knife), some fruits. Last night in the gym there was a kitchen so me and a friend from Germany have cooked pasta with aubergines and shared it with some Japanese guys who in return shared their 4 star quality risotto with Gorgonzola, mushrooms and chicken. 8pm bed time and then it all starts over again. In the morning the feet pain, shoulders pain disappear and you feel like born again and ready for another start of the journey.
It really is amazing how the aches and pains disappear overnight.
When New York Fashion Week begins Thursday, two masculine archetypes will be engaged in a lively debate on the subject of manliness: what is beloved and what is rebuked; what is romanticized and what is demonized; what is hot and what is not.
One of these guys is beanpole skinny. He isn’t classically handsome. He might simply be an odd duck — someone with a perfectly imperfect face that is impossible to ignore. His longtime dominance of the fashion conversation is being challenged by the return of a man with muscles and swagger who exists in a cloud of intoxicating testosterone.
If these two extremes have anything in common, it is this: Both types are white. After so many years, that remains the default choice.