I love the fact that everybody hates bootcut though, makes me want to wear them more. More insults lads
You wear what you want Sully, don't let the bully-boys force you down to TK Maxx.
Though if you ever want any advice, they don't call me the Dr of style 'round these parts for no reason. JP & Sam will vouch for me & my enormous varied wardrobe.
Ah come on, Sully, that's a bit unnecessary really. Just because I have an opinion on fashion, you start getting personal?
And when was the last time you seen me call a women a bird? I'm struggling to recall a recent instance but am happy to be proven wrong.
EDIT: Actually, fuck you. I didn't insult you personally, not in the slightest. I think bootcut jeans are fucking honking and made it be known so you feel the need to starting getting personal? Grow the fuck up.
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Tucker, if you're sat on a train with your mate and a person across from you is wearing a Jorma-style leather jacket, then do you start slagging off leather jackets to your mate? No, but if you do then expect something back
I understand people have different levels of interest and understanding in fashion but some stuff is just horrendous. Just take it on the chin Sully. You dress like a tramp.
Genuinel..... i've seen more people pull off bootcut jeans than skinny jeans. Literally everyone in skinny jeans looks a bit weird imho, just never looks cool.
On the doorstep [Siouxsie] asks me whether right or left would be the best direction to find a taxi, and although her best bet would be left, I suggest she turns right. It is churlish of me, but it is she who has set the pace.
That's obviously not why I wear them - they just go well with my LED t-shirt in truth. And it could be worse, I could wear Doc Martens.
I was marvelling at the picture (which didn't appear in the quote), not the Cat Power reference.
I'll hold my hands up and admit I wore some fucking horrendous bootcut jeans in the mid-2000s. But that was then and this is now. And I always had decent trainers.
On the doorstep [Siouxsie] asks me whether right or left would be the best direction to find a taxi, and although her best bet would be left, I suggest she turns right. It is churlish of me, but it is she who has set the pace.
