Prestige and polish.
I’ll copy/paste the blog’s comment on this one: Miles Davis’ style was always very thought out, there were no accidents — every detail said something about him, and was there for a reason. It’s easy to look at this picture and miss the subtle, but very telling, details. Note– the absence of a breast pocket on the sportcoat, or buttons on the sleeve. The smooth, uninterrupted lines of the soft, almost invisible drop shoulder, close-notched coat collar, and the rounded club, or penny, shirt collar. It all adds up to a pretty specific look.
Now back to now:
4 fucking thumbs down, dude.
Hey Miles, what do you think about this retarded outfit up there?
Right. But check out this one:
Dude on the right is sexier.
Raphael, seriously what do you think?
But wait! There’s more!
Sad motherfucking face
Can’t believe this shit either!
The thing is, if you don’t give a fuck, why should I give a fuck about you? If you look like you can’t even dress yourself like an adult, how am I supposed to give a fuck about you?