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It's Friday, right?

I mean, where the hail is everybody?

I know Steve Zack is in South Africa (seriously) but what happened to everyone else?

So let's talk fashion. To me, "Flagler Fashion" means a big red nose, a seat at the bar at Sally Russell's, two dry Gin Gibsons, and some various crumpled papers from several different cases loosely assembled in one old, beat-up redweld.

But apparently, my sense of fashion is out-of-date:

What has landed on the slag heap of style is the old three-button power suit: slickly conservative, oversize and overpriced, worn with a boxy white shirt and a wide silk tie. It was all, as GQ’s creative director, Jim Moore, put it, “too big and too bold in all the wrong places.” Not so long ago, that ensemble blared of Wall Street success. Now, with public sentiment against financial institutions still high, racks of expensive Italian beauties languish in shops across the country.

"Too big and too bold in all the wrong places" -- I'm pretty sure that's a South Florida trademark.

Still, now that the "banker suit" is officially dead, we're supposed to all look like that Apple slacker dude from Live Free or Die Hard who somehow managed to date Drew Barrymore (something I find deeply infuriating):

[I]t represents a refinement of trends that men have picked up on in the last three or four years. Slim suits. Oxford cotton shirts. Skinny wool ties. Fine-gauge cardigans. Seersucker. Madras.
“Fashion didn’t stop this year, and it didn’t change,” said Tommy Fazio, the men’s fashion director of Bergdorf Goodman. “It’s the preppy chic these guys have been into, and they’re just refining it, with the right madras, the right pair of khakis, the right cotton sport jacket.”

Madras? Skinny wool ties?

I know a lot of guys in town who are going to have to wait this one out.