BILLY BUTTERY

Nothing suits me like a suit
gq: Including…Five Things You Should Never Say To Your Wife 1. “Fuck you” (sincere version). Obviously, saying it in jest is just dandy. I did it six times just now. 2. “You’re not my mother.” I’ve said this to my wife a couple of times, and her reaction has always been unfavorable. 3. “Huh?” Oh, so you weren’t listening to anything she said. 4. “I mean, we saw your parents just last month, didn’t we?” You hate her parents. You just announced it. 5. “Come here. Let me give you a hug” (when she’s pissed). Angry women hate being smothered with affection. It’s like shooting a bear with a BB gun and then trying to cuddle it. Not that your wife is a bear. [By Drew Magary]

gq:

Including…
Five Things You Should Never Say To Your Wife

1. “Fuck you” (sincere version).
Obviously, saying it in jest is just dandy. I did it six times just now.

2. “You’re not my mother.”
I’ve said this to my wife a couple of times, and her reaction has always been unfavorable.

3. “Huh?”
Oh, so you weren’t listening to anything she said.

4. “I mean, we saw your parents just last month, didn’t we?”
You hate her parents. You just announced it.

5. “Come here. Let me give you a hug” (when she’s pissed).
Angry women hate being smothered with affection. It’s like shooting a bear with a BB gun and then trying to cuddle it. Not that your wife is a bear.

[By Drew Magary]

The Great Gatsby. Can’t Wait.

“The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alive with chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other‟s names. The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow cocktail music, and the opera of voices pitches a key higher. Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word. The groups change more swiftly, swell with new arrivals, dissolve and form in the same breath; already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the centre of a group, and then, excited with triumph, glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

Die, Workwear!: A Few New Arrivals

dieworkwear:

Michael Drake once gave an elegant description of summer clothing that I really liked: “fawn colored linen suits with blue chambray shirts, raw silk neckwear, and woven straw hats.” That’s what I realized I had in hand a couple of weeks ago. A swatch of tobacco linen suiting recently came…