Draplin's Take on "Style Wars"
And on another note, it turns out that my dad is officially back “in style.” I’ve noticed a rise in hip fucks sporting Sperry Topsiders around town. I guess that shit’s back. Well, my dad’s been “rocking” those brown beasts for as long as I can remember. That’s his jam. So, he’d fit in real nice in Brooklyn or wherever, hanging out with smart guys from Vampire Weekend. Pffft.
Wait the “preppy yacht look” is passé? I’m confused. A buddy who lives in New York had this to say, “Everyone looks like lumberjacks out here.” Hard to keep up with the style wars. Yawn.
Love it.
