Actually, although my initial impulse was to mock the He-Man and Masters of the Universe Hipster versions, I have to say, the entire series makes far more sense if you just assume everyone is bisexual, including Battlecat.
Once again we are referencing one of our favorite blogs, GiantPantsOfThe30s, which recently featured these breathtaking hostess pajamas. We are the iconoclasts of the Manolosphere in adoring proper pj’s for party or casual wear. These are good enough for the Museum of Fine Arts, so do not doubt they are good enough for your next dinner party, where you will channel Katherine Hepburn or Carole Lombard, depending on your mood, your hair colour, and whether your gimlet contains vodka or gin.
Even though he seems to be shorter than I always thought, you still don’t want to piss off Buster Keaton. Not only could the guy throw a punch, but he also knows exactly what looks good on him. Enjoy this delightful little video of a youthful Keaton being taken hat shopping by his burly, bullying father. Who wouldn’t look good unless you put a bag over his face, but that’s neither here nor there.
Haute Couture is not always deconstructed georgette ballgowns or starched and origami’d canvas batwings. Sometimes it’s Giant Pants.
This image of a frankly fabulous Hermes wool jumpsuit comes to us from the well-named Giant Pants of the Thirties blog, which features, you guessed it, Giant Pants of the Thirties. For those of us with a PBS-nurtured fondness for Oxford Bags or Beach Pajamas, this is a visual feast not to be skipped. Who wants anorexic pants when they can have voluptuousness in twill, moleskin or corduroy?