Once this breed boasted proud pompadours and razor-sharp sharkskin suits as they trolled smoke-filled nightspots, quick with a Zippo and a loaded wink, hitting it hard with the skirts and even harder with the hootch - real drinks that had nothing to do with cranberries, ginger infusion, or energy drinks. Now look at them. Chances are they've never been to Europe or even L.A. - so where does the faux sporty Euro-trash-by way-of Hollywood look come from? And how do we send it back? Indeed, the puzzling pair raise more questions than they answer; are they talking to each other? Who the hell are they constantly dialing up? And if they're having such an awesome time, how come they always seem to be on the horn? I once spotted a gaggle of four or five of these guys all clucking away on their phones at the same time as the night and the world around them simply passed them by as if they were bit players in their own life stories. (A dull read to be sure.) It's the modern peacock syndrome, I suppose, and I guess the ladies really like to see how a - cough - man handles himself around a tiny twittering, beeping annoyance. And what could they possibly do for a living? So many questions... ones their reptilian forefathers could never answer.
pass the ever-lovin' arsenic and let me flavor these boys'kumquat martinis.
this duo remind me of the patrons at so many vancouver watering holes...places that grew in the absence of a real drinkers bar...section 3, or the bar the opus hotel, ginger 62...christ, maybe you could do strip of ernest borgnine torching those joints. all the hair products on those $100 haircuts would be great accelerant.
Posted by: andrew | December 02, 2007 at 11:20 AM
Unfortunitely we're all to familiar with this breed here in Chicago. I think it's the manditory uniform for local University down the street.
Posted by: DvA | December 03, 2007 at 09:55 AM
Rod, your site always makes me feel better
Posted by: Atomos | December 03, 2007 at 10:22 AM
..and "how do we send it back?"
indeed!
haha!
Posted by: Nicole | December 03, 2007 at 11:03 AM
Yes.
Posted by: mia | December 03, 2007 at 11:25 AM
They're 'extra's' in the real-time bio pic of my life - and like me, eternally waiting for the cue to 'roll film'. Just killing time.
Who's the damn Art Director on this B-Movie, is what I wanna know.
Posted by: ginny-poo | December 17, 2007 at 06:01 PM
With these guys, I think it's more of a TV movie - with zillions of commercials.
Posted by: RF | December 18, 2007 at 11:16 AM
"A reliance on outward displays often betrays an inner insecurity that whines, “I’m unique -- just like everyone else!” In this case, begging for acknowledgement is tantamount to a metaphysical handout -- an ignis fatuus foisted upon passers-by; gaudy façades are the empty vessels of parched egos."
Posted by: lordsomber | December 21, 2007 at 06:55 AM
"Fusion tapas solutions"!!! Beautiful... thank you for expanding my bag of useful phrases! It's gotten lots of use already here in the hipster enclave that is Portland, Oregon.
So, of course, when I spotted the photo in the link below, I knew you and your fans had to see it:
http://www.shorpy.com/node/2699?size=_original
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Posted by: St Vincent | February 10, 2008 at 02:50 PM