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Sleaze, how I have missed you. It feels like it truly is been ages given that your patron saints last stepped out seeking each way too snug and stylish as hell. But although the sleazelords hibernate, a most-surprising ambassador has thrown himself into the ring, carrying the Summer months of Sleaze into what is now its 2nd wintertime and 3rd calendar yr.
Sure, Brad Pitt was spotted in New York Town channeling his internal dirty stoner couch, and a new hero was born among the us.
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The sunglasses and hat are Conventional Brad. But as you creep south, you get Lenny Kravitz scarf reverb, the attractive mess of crinkled-up T-shirt layering, soiled suede boots, and the pairing de résistance: neon with mfkin earth tones.
It’s daring, it is really attractive, it’s a winterized interpretation of basic sleaze we have not but viewed. Depart it to the legend himself to enter the recreation, square up, and hit a shot from 50 % court. There is certainly a lesson outside of the sleaze of it all below, far too. Help save for the crop of his sweatshirt, anything else is just oversized enough, hanging free in a movable manner. The days of your clothes clinging to your skin have approached their cyclical demise, and Pitt’s Fit™️ is an great execution.
We can only hope this is only Brad’s entry level into Sleaze, and to be trustworthy, if he retains it up at this fee, he’ll be vying for a location on Mount Rushmore. View out, Shia, Justin, and Jonah—there’s a new sheriff in city.