Summer 2008 Mens Fashion Jacket and Coats Blogablogooza

So today was the day I had to buy a new jacket. The summer's ending and I couldn't put it off any longer. It was an important task, fraught with danger. I was beset on all sides by fearsome enemies. Enemies such as high prices, shoddy workmanship, practicality. But, as if those foes were not enough to contend with, I also had to face that most elusive of beasts, style. We had clashed before, both had had our victories, and while this wasn't to be our last battle, it was nevertheless one which neither one of us could afford to lose.

To cut to the chase, I was eventually successful in my struggle. I procured a jacket which it seems was destined to be mine. May The Lord God himself grant us a long and fruitful time together.

However, I learned something while upon my quest. A man's choice of jacket is as important as, maybe even more important then, any other decision he will make in his life. A man's jacket defines him, strips away the layers to reveal the person underneath, and serves as a mirror into his soul. Through a careful study of jacket choice, might we not learn what it is to be truly human? Let's find out in our Summer 2008 Mens Fashion Jacket and Coats Blogablogooza!

Summer 2008 Mens Fashion Jacket and Coats Blogablogooza



The Trench Coat, timeless, potentially facist. You're a noirish gumshoe, a Leone villain striding through the wildest west of all, being a no nonsense guy in the fast paced technoliteral 21st century. You're Neo in The Matrix (first two only), or maybe one of the agents from Syndicate. You're Al Capone, gunning down coppers for kicks. Endless mystery awaits those who stray too close to the endless lengths of your 'buttoned cloak'. Who is this dark stranger? Silhoutted against the night sky somehow? It's you, you trenchcoat wearing motherfucker.

Leather, which you might remember from it's earlier guise of 'cow', is the manliest of jacket materials. Aside from being made from a dead member of a bitch ass species who should have spent more time evolving thumbs and less time growing stomachs... I- I'm sorry, my ex-wife was a cow. No, aside being made from something dead, leather also has loads of cool conotations. You see a guy in leather and you're thinking, there's a tough guy, a terminator, riding his motorbikes (yes plural), while listening to Motorhead and stabbing someone up. Mix it with the trenchcoat and you have someone whose unbearable soul destroying torment could not be understood by us foolish mortals. A white shirt and some jeans and watch out 50's values! You're about to be hit with a concentrated burst of Fonzesque non conformity, fuckhead!

Blazers, originally sporting clothes, began to be used by those crazy trend setting youths of the 1920's. "how you like me now, convention", they'd say stiffly. This was so deeply shocking to the values of the time,that dozens of pounds of damages were recorded through monocle smashings alone. There was public outcry when the news came from a popular beach that several women poked their heads out of their bathing cabooses to better catch a glimpse of a gentleman wearing a blazer. Several people fainted and drowned as a result of seeing so shocking an exhibit of public lewdness. "I'm the big cheese now fuckholes", the unamed man was recorded as saying, shortly before punching the mayor.



The Parka is the jacket that you had to wear when you were a kid. Probably not if you're an American though, You guys skip to the next one. Ok, so Parkas, they were originally made by Inuits to survive cold artic nights, but to those keeping it real old school style they were the jackets that said, "Hey, I'm a child, my mum dresses me, these are cheap, why don't you do the math?" Confident and sassy in the coldest of temperatures, they were a jacket that unfortunately could not last, as anoraks came to be associated with pre internet geeks, some of the least fashionable people ever. However recently they have become cool again, albeit in a stramlined, slightly ironic, fucksticky way. Godspeed Parkas.

Ah, the High School sports coat, no doubt a fine coat, whether bonding during detention, being a werewolf basketball star, trying to have sex with a girl, or taking part in any of the many other activities that are commonplace in American schools, they are an essential part of the fabric of the rich tapestries that are our lives. Why not try thinking of your many experiences with these coats, cast your mind back, think of what it feels like to hold one of these sacred garments, to feel it's softness against your skin, to know what it is to be truly needed, needed to complete a jacket's destiny, and to propel your football team to success in the Grand Slam High School Superbowl Championship. You can do it you fucking cunt.