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Good question, Chris. I don’t recall ever seeing clothes these flamboyant even from 70s movies or TV shows. I mean I saw wild clothing back then but not to this degree. Maybe it was club-wear and that’s why we never saw anything like these.
Totally. I never saw clothes like this when I was a kid. The one in red kinda looks like the 6 million dollar man going clubbing.
You are a bold and courageous person, afraid of nothing. High on a hill top near your home, there stands a dilapidated old mansion. Some say the place is haunted, but you don't believe in such myths. One dark and stormy night, a light appears in the topmost window in the tower of the old house. You decide to investigate... and you never return...
I'm having one custom made. If Bill were still around, I'd be having two made.
"If you take a dog which is starving and feed him and make him prosperous, that dog will not bite you. This is the primary difference between a dog and a man."
ONE guy, once, in a moment of impulse thought this was just the type of spotlight he needed to stand out on the scene. Curt bought the red one.
He immediately began to doubt his decision, but he was determined to see this through. So that Friday, Curt hit Cleveland's hottest club, Le Nuit Rouge. The stares would have been easier to take if he could've maintained at least a facade of confidence. You have to believe that you look awesome in this kind of suit. You have to believe deep down. Then, just maybe, someone else will, too.
Curt never worked up the courage to talk any of the many women there during the course of his single Harvey Wallbanger. He finished his drink and retreated back to his apartment and buried the suit that had everything in the back of his closet. He wouldn't think about that suit for ten years. That's when, after one night's wearing, he went to the back of his closet to bury a pair of Z Cavaricci pants and tan Capezio shoes.
The slashes suggest a machismo and musculature barely contained by the garment while the chains speak of a caged beast ready to pounce. Everything AND more indeed! (That's my new favorite hyperbole, I can't wait to tell someone a product has "Everything and More")
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