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4 comments:
Actually, Weird Al Yankovic is 47.
Are you being ironic?
Is Weird Al being ironic when he dons the Chuck Taylors?
To some he is being rather iconic, apparently...
Pay me no mind, brother - I lost all ability to gauge irony after the third day at Graceland.
What color are the Chucks?
They're black lo-tops. I replaced the white laces with black ones. They looked more mature that way.
But I still have this uneasy feeling that the Chucks are the equivalent of a combover for the feet, a feeble attempt to cling to a youthful image of oneself. The funny thing is I never liked Chuck Taylors when I was young.
Lately I've been relying on the spirit of Jean Paul Sartre to guide my fashion decisions. He said the black Chuck Taylors were all about Being.
It wouldn't be the first time that I've been led astray by a French Existentialist. They're supposed to something about fashion, no?
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