r”It’s not about passion. Passion is something that we tend to overemphasize, that we certainly place too much importance on. Passion ebbs and flows. To me, it’s about desire. If you have constant, unwavering desire to be a cook, then you’ll be a great cook.” – Thomas Keller

I think a title like this should attract people to read it. As I am a total loser when it comes to SEO, tags and relative sh*t, I can only come up with absurd and luring titles.
Anyways, the main point of this article is I am addicted to men magazines. The style, the gloss, the amazing pictures (and the hot models in it, LOL).
I am like a moth in a wool shop, and devour them, first with my eyes and then I just digest all the words. Sometimes I read so fast that the words and the lines get misplaced, confused, mixed and I don’t know what I am doing, were I am reading, but I carry on, like a marathon, I can’t stop it.
I don’t know what gets me the most, I believe it is down the fact that I truly envy these successful people, not their money, not their beauty (Unless you are Jake Gyllenhaal, then I’m greener than the Witch of Oz). I envy the fact that most of them had a thing, ONE, and they became good at it, they worked on it and progressed till the point were it gave them results.
Me? I bounce from one flower to the other and I seem unable to keep my mind on just one -flipping- main focus. What’s wrong with me, GOSH!
So in a desperate attempt, I dream while reading their stories, and blah blah, the first 45 seconds I am in a super awww-like status, then I realise I hate them, well not really but sorta, they are there on those shiny pages wearing they fucking Dolce and Gabbana that possibly has already abused of 12 kids in China for the making, while looking splendid, and I am here.

So I close the magazine in a rant of pain, and nearly threw it on the other side of the office, I wish I did that, at least it would have been a nice distraction for my colleagues; instead I leave it on the side of my desk. I check it from time to time and hope that the front cover magically has my face instead of the handsome man who invented blablablabla.
C’mon I write a blog, I do boylesque, isn’t enough to be on the front cover of Esquire? Or GQ? I’m funny too and I date pizza! I’m not ashamed!
Apparently not.

Honestly I do feel inspired by these people, but I believe these magazine somehow create a sort of dependency, by passively aggressively proving you are not enough. “You can’t afford this Cartier watch? Too bad… I know, look how amazing it suits him! Only £5000” Who fucking has £5000 for a watch? Also, why on heart do you need it? I know, I know, classic rant of an idiot that can’t reach it, but still. I would have free rent for a year with that money. I start feeling troubled, and can’t stop thinking of Giovanni Verga’s Oyster theory: once you move out from the environment that life projected on you, you basically end up dead eaten by a fish.
So commoners should stay commoners.
Waaaaaah! What do I do with all these beams of light? I mean, I was born to be seen and entertain people. Better limit this pizza to once a week, and go back to my gym, Jake Gylehahwavalallah the game is on, I will show the whole world that I can be on Esquire, GQ, Vanity Fair, with a fucking amazing Primark 100% nylon (yuck!) suit and look fabulous and damned as you do. IT’S WAR.

Also, can anyone explain me why these magazine can’t feature anything under £10? I mean really? WE ARE POOR. I probably had to skip a meal to buy your glossy pages, and this is how you are being grateful to me Esquire? Thanks, no no really, thanks.

“Life itself is the proper binge.” – Julia Child

Happy Friday folks!
How does it feel? Being able to be irresponsible for the next 2 days, going to bed ultra late, feeling teenager again! If you are a nearly 30 y.o. boring sloth like me you would probably not even remember it. I recently found out that I don’t suck at Darts, that makes me proud of the little nonexistent sporty masculinity left in my genderless brain.
I remember the old days when I used to have anxiety for not being able to do manly stuff (such as fixing things, and throwing a ball without hitting the head of a walking-by), then last year came and with it the freedom to be whatever I wake up wanting to be, without pretending 24/7 to be something I am not, astronaut one day, boylesque performer the next. Finally stopped pretending (very badly) to be manly.
Anyway, stop digressing, the main focus of this post is celebrating that more and more designers are approaching the unisex or genderless clothing.
If I can tell you one thing is that male fashion is boring. BORING AS SITTING FOR TWO HOURS WAITING FOR A DELAYED FLIGHT WITHOUT ANY CHOCOLATE.
Same identical stuff, over and over and over and over. They just change colours, hurray!(Have to say that at least H&M has started approaching the issue, and came up with a few interesting pieces lately) Plus if you are poor and can’t afford Balmain, well then you are stuck with your own imagination, and start browsing Pinterest in a manic attack, hoping to find the golden pin where it says: “Congratulations, you can get anything you want for free, just because you are awesome”.
In my mad journey to find this imaginary golden pin, I ended up discovering this innovative spanish designer: Ángel Vilda. – Please check his website! http://www.brainandbeast.com/
As you browse the website, from the first looks in 2011 to the latest ones (2016 was a great deal) you see something.
What I saw was a necessity to express, not sure what yet, but you can feel the near desperation to send a message.
Sorry, if I bother you with the 2016 season, but look at this:

This is what I am talking about! Innovative, careless, harmonious in its unusuality  (is this even a word? Don’t read it too many times or it starts sounding like anus-uality which is not what I mean). I would feel totally comfortable in wearing all of this beauties, (rocking the make up too, plus can we talk about the models YAS!). Now the question is: Why this is not mainstream? Is it because people are not feeling comfortable in wearing it? Is it because it’s too edgy? Because men feel the need to constantly prove their “masculinity”? Why should be the way that someone appears, a way to judge the inside? We need to crazily move on.

Let’s also not forget all these religious priests and leaders and associates, and the business suit wearer that look very masculine and they are also paedophiles.

Stop the labels, stop the shame. We are just one #earth.

Don’t hate what you don’t understand“. Love your self, cause there is nothing imperfect in you, not even a single bit, well unless you are an abuser of any sorts, in that case you might have some work to fix that.

With love ❤, Andy

“The greatest dishes are very simple.” — Auguste Escoffier, the “Emperor of Chefs”

Who said you can’t wear a shirt over another shirt? (Possibly ironed, don’t follow my example folks!)

img_20170103_124401I am extremely in love with my vintage shirt (dark blue patterned), a nice 100% viscose treasure that I found years back in a pile of clothes in a Hackney vintage pop-up fair, that just does an amazing job in collaborating with an old H&M 100% cotton simil-denim shirt. I know, I am not suggesting you to start wearing you nice dinner suit shirt with a checked flannelled, be considerate yes? I do think though that as long as you keep it simple, you have the freedom to bend the non-existing rules of society fashion.

I tend to layer shade of the same colour and then break the picture with a dash of something different, usually unrelated (the hat for instance) and then keep it tuned in with a garment on the same shade, hue or vibrancy (the 100% lambswool scarf bought for just a £5 in a vintage shop in Edinburgh! BARGAIN).

As you will get to know, I have a interesting relationship with artificial fibres, and I usually avoid them while shopping, unless they are used in the piece of clothing for a specific purpose (elasticity, recycling, durability etc).

Keep it simple and spicy this winter!

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Yes, a greenish/blue eyeliner will blend in nicely!