Sunday, July 31, 2005
Some men have ALL the fun...
he’s untamed in a sea of blase attire
there’s only one thing that sets him on fire
remnants of the past in garment form
he’s wild, he’s fiery, he’s so not the norm
peculiar, particular, he’s an uncommon man
a full fashion misfit against a sea of the bland
he exceeds expectation and transcends limits
the brighter the pattern the more he wants in it
he’s got sizzle, sass, electric dazzle and dare
he promotes dropped jaws and whispering stares
he walks in the room, people stare and turn ashen
for he’s pure proof of the fever called polyester passion
If he’s got a fever that needs to be fed, we’ve got his poison.
Purveyor of authentic disco era shirts.
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Saturday, July 30, 2005
Clothes as Art
wild, wearable mens fashion we love
Not every man can pull off wearing a Lilly Putlitzer. Palm Beach socialite turned fashion designer, she worked not because she had to but, because she wanted a project of her own. Bright, bold and in your face color and design Lilly began designing and creating women's clothing after first operating a juice stand in Palm beach. Her designs became a sensation with the rich and famous.
Lilly created her Men’s Stuff line for a limited time in the late 60’s and early 70's. Today she still has a devoted fan following who hold in high esteem their ownership of an authentic vintage Lilly. Granted, it’s a niche. But it’s a niche we love. Lilly Putlitzer Men's Stuff devotees are a special bunch. Unafraid of wearing clothes that demand attention for their funky prints and ultra bright colors, this wild attire is not something every man would wear. To the man with a passion for wearing Lilly, he exudes confidence and absolutely doesn’t take life as seriously as some. We’ve found that these guys have a sense of unparalleled humor and tend to be the definition of, “life of the party.”
We love Lilly! And we love guys who love the vintage Men's Stuff line.
The same goes for the wild and colorful disco shirts from the 1970’s. The man that wears a funky shirt isn’t at all afraid of attracting attention and being different. In fact, they take great pride in being their own man. They are self-assured and create excitement, and of course, people can’t help but to notice them wherever they go. Nobody else shows up at the club looking like a clone of you when stepping out in an authentic vintage 70’s disco era shirt.
Of course, the man beneath the clothes is the deciding individual factor as to whether or not he can feel comfortable proudly wearing such a loud clothing. There’s no hiding like a wallflower when you choose to go wild man, here I am, retro style. It’s a bold and manly maneuver set aside for the few who are so daring.
The crew at DressThatMan.com loves the fun guys in the world and makes a big toast to you all. Wherever you are on the globe. We truly appreciate you.
Show off your individuality. Celebrate your independence from the sea of the fashion blasé. Following the multitude isn’t an option for all.
Be your own man.
Show us your prints!
Show us your colors!
Clothing is ART.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
When the boss arrived back from an out of town trip, there were disco albums scattered along the table near the record player. The disco ball was still in motion and the strobe light was flashing in broad daylight. Near the edge of the table where the albums were scattered, there was an empty bottle of Southern Comfort along with evidence of Taco Bell take-out.
The boss wasn't even pissed off, aside from missing what appeared to be an exceedingly fun night.
Some jobs are fun.
Although it helps to remember the fun you had.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Believe it or not... men with a passion for polyester still exist. Men who crave the flexibilty and retro style of an authentic 70's Disco Suit are coming out of the woodwork in various parts of the world. They are coming out to buy these retro 1970's threads in droves. They're shopping online.
While we've sold a massive amount of men's leisure suits already, not one man so far has been brave enough to send us a picture and be immortalized in his retrolucious polysplendid groovy assed glory in DressThatMan.com's Funky Fashion Hall of Fame. A fact that, quite frankly, has left us feeling damn surprised. Shocked even.
A wild styled men's polyester leisure suit doesn't exactly scream "introvert", now does it?
Could it be that we are creating a new, yet undiscovered phenomenon in stashed fashion? Is the wild poly ensemble a secret being donned when a man is allowed enough time alone? Perhaps so. Maybe the shame of the secret disco suit is taking ordinarily brave men who've had a history of revealing their innermost feelings and turning them into something that feels more like an underground fetish fashion fiend.
Oprah! Get with the picture.
We recently spoke to Dick. Of course Dick didn't want us to use his real name or, of course, to show his picture. So, we didn't. But, we will tell you that Dick had on the most blinding lime green leisure suit with black contrasting stitching that we'd ever seen. A white belt, white platform shoes, white hat and a wild and shiny disco shirt with a black and yellow-gold zig-zag pattern to it. He appeared as if he was coming unglued. The sweat beaded above his eyebrows and above his lip even as he sipped and nervously jarred his glass of ice water by passing it rythmically back and forth between his hands. As the ice cubes continually made that tinkling sound ice makes against the walls of a glass, we reassured him of his safety and promised he'd be anonymous at least 67 times.
At long last, Dick began to talk. Right before the ice tinkling got to the point where we belted him one.
"I-I-I- well... I've never talked about this. But... errr... I get the most delicious joy surges coursing through my being when I climb in to a leisure suit... I'm feeling like a super hero love machine. Pimp daddy extrordinaire. Fantastic. But, the downside lately is that the Bee Gees are in my frickin' dreams every single night. I've got night fever. Last night I woke myself up saying, 'play that funky music white boy.' REALLY LOUD. And.... errr.... nobody knows I love to dress up like this. I'm afraid to leave the house."
We left Dick alone in the room with a bottle of Southern Comfort. At some point he escaped into the night leaving only his glass behind and an empty bottle. The fabric on the seat of the overstuffed chair was wet. We hoped it was Southern Comfort.
We urge all of you disco daddies to publicly unveil the super groovy glory of polyester power and receive your man made fiber validation. Celebrate it. Come out of the self imposed bondage of hiding in the closet of funky fashion. Drop that shame in the dumpster and hustle, baby.
Bottom line people:
...don't be a Dick. Send us your pic.