Every guy has had that one day when he's rolled out of bed and felt like being fabulous. Usually, these yearnings for fabulosity (please don't hurt me for using your word, Kimora) are brought on by purchasing a great new argyle suit. So he puts it on and tries to head out to Starbucks, only to discover that the heavens have opened up like nobody's business. He figures he needs a raincoat, but why would he want to cover up his suit, thus not blessing the world with a vision of diamond-patterned perfection? What is a fashionisto to do?
Thom Browne has the answer.
thom browne f/w 2008 He won't even get his exposed socks too wet.
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