The girls over at Out Magazine treat us to a fun, colorful ode to European menswear with this, an energetic editorial about bright leggings, neon and other great looks for summer.The rosy shirt on the left, by Romain Kremer, shows how to mix pinks (read: complimentarily); and Akimbo would like to go on record on the adorability of mixing shoes-to-shirt.Many a day pass here at the Akimbo war room with all of us girls in some sort of legging. Glad to see Louis Vuitton promoting our ideas with these graphic prints. Euro knitwear label Sibling sneaks into our hearts with that adorable leopard print sweater; it's sequined.
Those graphic trousers look shockingly akin to those newspaper-print jeans worn by one Ms. Dolly; but hey, not everyone can be original.
If anyone gets their claws on a Lycra bodsuit, perhaps like this orange psycahdelic number by Walter Van Beirendonck, please forward it over; our thighs are toned from catwalking all last week and we need to show them off! Yes yes, loving sneakers too. And finally, like only a gay rag can do, here are the best swimsuits of the season; and by the best we mean the ones that slip innocently off of muscled bodies when pulled by teeth. VERSACE DUVET. On a sad note, most of these clothes are from newer smaller European lines that are not available yet here in the States; sugar daddy shopping trip to Paris? Anyone? Anyone?
Dolly From the wreckage of Lady Parton's forgotten hairsprayed wigs rose the petit and honey blond Dolly, anatomically male but emotionally an enlightened gay fashionista. A product of overzealous heteronormative familial units, Dolly flighted from rural America in a denim DKNY jacket (currently on view at the Met), moved to the West Village, and now canters daily to the AnA loft in ornate heels and Balmain. In between snacks of tap water and the occasional stick of gum, this yoga devotee (because Christy said so) ponders fashion history, personal styles of the rich and fabulous, trends in fashion editorials, and of course whatever shiny things catch her eye.
Ms.Ross Whilst sabotaging the careers of any pretenders to her throne of super-cunty divadom, Ms. Ross managed to pick up an American Vogue (this was ages before it's disappointing homogenization, natch) and was inspired by the colorful and intoxicating images therein. Before you can say "I'm Coming Out," Ms. Ross secured an internship in the hallowed, cashmere walls of the mag and her career in fashion began in earnest. Now a self-styled fashionista, Ms. Ross can be found stomping down the runways of Paris and Milan, throwing tantrums for the hell of it and vomiting up lunch in the trendiest of restaurant bathrooms. Ms.Streisand A young Jewish ingenue from deep, deep, deep Brooklyn, Ms. Streisand boarded a blue tugboat clad only in an orange dress, fur hat with matching muff and booked it straight for Manhattan, where she lived the first six months fresh and free at Isaac Mizrahi's Garment District studio. Finding work as a fit, showroom, and presentation model beneath her, this lady of naught but seventeen years traded in her four-inch stilettos for the bright lights of Broadway and the broad shoulders of at least three wealthy financiers, all of whom have disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Despite protests from fans, Ms. Streisand is currently pondering moving to New Jersey to participate in the Real Housewives series.
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The rosy shirt on the left, by Romain Kremer, shows how to mix pinks (read: complimentarily); and Akimbo would like to go on record on the adorability of mixing shoes-to-shirt.
Many a day pass here at the Akimbo war room with all of us girls in some sort of legging. Glad to see Louis Vuitton promoting our ideas with these graphic prints. Euro knitwear label Sibling sneaks into our hearts with that adorable leopard print sweater; it's sequined.
Those graphic trousers look shockingly akin to those newspaper-print jeans worn by one Ms. Dolly; but hey, not everyone can be original.
If anyone gets their claws on a Lycra bodsuit, perhaps like this orange psycahdelic number by Walter Van Beirendonck, please forward it over; our thighs are toned from catwalking all last week and we need to show them off! Yes yes, loving sneakers too.
And finally, like only a gay rag can do, here are the best swimsuits of the season; and by the best we mean the ones that slip innocently off of muscled bodies when pulled by teeth. VERSACE DUVET. On a sad note, most of these clothes are from newer smaller European lines that are not available yet here in the States; sugar daddy shopping trip to Paris? Anyone? Anyone?
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you know i d.i.e. for a legging
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