A cable knit, not quite. For miscreants and misfits, cads cognoscenti, foppish femmes and anyone just unafraid to rococo. A riot in reverse — spun out of cardies and discarded ties — conspiracy of the counter-cravat.
Our Breviary of Briefs
in seven menstrual monochromes
Have the time of the month every day of the week
makes no attempt to fix it: the Devi of the Darn is adamant — annihilation through embroidery. This is a style that lends itself to logo-logorrhea, whereby we try and replicate your sweater’s trademarked sign for just that 'what-the-heck effect'. It’s not for nothing Heidegger once called us litigationlustig.
The Adolf Loos of sweaters
a patron saint of no frills
overt ergonomics
and anomie anew
in oceans of silk and synthetics,
in charity shops and in attics of once forever loved ones,
they, who never more will fructify a three-piece suit...
swim spermicidal the ties that bind —
to a total, immotal, MUTINY!
Yet if just reattached with attention,
they beam and they blossom. The better.
*named after Todor Kableshkov (1851 – 1876), who was a revolutionary and a dapper dude.