Look at this man.
LOOK AT THIS MAN!!!
Dayum that is a well-dressed fella.
He’s like the raddest cartoon who ever sprang into the third dimension. But he does look like a man-on-the-street, it’s not cosplay or over graphicised.
All men should wear polo-necks, maybe. And ALL PEOPLE should wear flares.
Well, no, they shouldn’t. But I enormously approve of flared trousers. I miss having some to wear. I could add panels to some skinnies, but they don’t flow quite as well as flare-intended pairs. I know; I did a lot of flare experimentation in my youth.
This man is Shigeru Jō, who is also known as Kamen Rider Stronger. I mean, he’s played by an actor, I guess.
Last week when my mister was here we watched the first episode of every Kamen Rider series – apart from V3, which we couldn’t find. Apart from Ichigo, Stronger was my favourite Shōwa Rider. Or Rider series maybe. It has a lady rider!!
HOW COOL DOES SHE LOOK???
Not cool enough to be officially recognised as a Rider, despite being a rider, who is masked, who is an augmented human who can Henshin. I haven’t got to the explanation (in-universe) for why she is so rudely ignored, yet, but I suspect that it will not satisfy me. I love it dearly but the Kamen Rider franchise is ridiculously patriarchal. Ridiculously.
But she’s there and she gets things done and she is a Rider to me and she looks awesome, which in a visual entertainment show is important.
To wit, this:
The putties of the series.
They’re askin’ why you wear that stupid human suit.
I can’t find any more episodes of KRStronger, subbed. I’ll probably watch them raw, because OH the exciting visuals! I can wait, to find out what everyone’s saying.
Stronger also has my favourite Henshin sequence. It’s really fun to do. I might have it a little wrong, because the episode’s not on my laptop, but – it’s the spirit of the thing, that counts.
Misleadingly size-labelled jeans: a boon for the second-hand shopper! Yes, frivolous spenders – don't try it on! Just buy it! Then DONATE.—
Claire (@illusClaire) July 02, 2011
Yup I found some pink jeans, brand new, that fit well enough to not inspire hate or ire, I win.
Boots: Dr Martens, trousers: some pet charity shop, shirt: sister’s cast-off (but that’s fine, she got her Bowie-love from me anyway), jacket: Fred Perry at Bicester Village outlet shop (and it’s been in well-loved use for so long that the circular zip-pull finally snapped off in the Job Centre last Thursday, which is a major bummer, contextually), glass beads: some discount shop in Leamington, by the bus stop.
You have a lot helpful ideas! Perhaps I should think of trying to do this myself.
Yes.. perhaps.