I was lamenting to some friends about how gobsmacked I was when I was eyeing this dope suit at Banana Republic. There must be some speculative bubble involving men’s suiting because gotdamn. Sticker shock like a mug.
One friend
suggested Men’s Wearhouse. (“Don’t hit me,” she said quickly.) I reiterated that I was trying more for Roger Sterling and less for “megachurch deacon.” Another friend suggested K & G, which I’d never heard of before. A quick perusal of their site revealed that they sold FUBU men’s suits — and by the way, ‘yes’ to everything you’re thinking right now — but also carry Blair Underwood‘s (!) signature line of men’s clothing.
This is how they’ve chosen to market it:
An American celebrity goes to some well-appointed Parisian hangout in which there are lots of beautiful women sipping white wine, but only a few dudes. Everyone seems to recognize him. Everyone has an American accent. There is a Grammy. (Why would there be a Grammy just chilling in this French brothel? Only the swag-deficient concern themselves with such questions.) The celebrity then heads upstairs and overhears The Real Housewives of the Champs-Élysées debating what makes a man sexy. The aforementioned celebrity steps onto a balcony overlooking a green screen when he is hit by a thunderbolt: Be You.
Oh, we’ve asked around and there’s no word yet on the status of Shemar Moore’s line of home furnishings for Target. So.
