I had to work for this one. Unfortunately he was too wily for me and I only captured the shoes/socks and jacket combo whilst missing out on the lovely bright orange necktie.
Nevertheless an atypical shoreditch twattite – also overhead were his critiques on fashion as I stalked followed him down the street. Obviously it’s the height of fashion to wear trousers that terminate a country mile above the ankle to show off your natty sockage. I just can’t fathom out the ‘dad’ shoes though. Just for your delectation here’s a tasty close-up.
Have this guy and Plus-Fours guy been swapping fashion tips?
Either he’s wearing winkle pickers or his jeans shrunk in the wash.
I’m wearing red socks today – we could have a bluds vs. cribs battle ..
cribs? surely you mean crips
erm yeh – crips actually started out called the cribs but I only just found that out …
mmm crisps
Clearly nothing wrong with this lad.
You’re really scraping the barrel with these pics. Just hang outside the foundry for 40 minutes in the morning and you’ll have a months supply.
@ Reggie B
A months supply of twats on their “cool fixies” with there cool plastic sun glasses,their cool club flyers wedged in their wheel spokes,and their cool balancing act at the traffic lights.The place is full of fucking circus clowns.Every fucker has to be a show off.Wish they would fuck off back to Surrey and Sussex.
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Cheers!