wait a minute the waiscoats are supposed to have sleeves?
Yes! Until about the mid-eighteenth century, most men’s waistcoats had sleeves, and sleeveless ones didn’t appear at all until several decades after James and Thomas are lounging around in their shirtsleeves in the flashbacks. The sleeved waistcoats looked pretty much the same as men’s actual coats, except usually the upper back and sleeves, except the cuffs, would be made of a cheaper fabric, as they wouldn’t be visible when wearing the coat over it.
So, yeah, they’d be basically wearing two coats on top of each other. It seems kind of silly now, but hey, fashion evolves, and the whole idea of the three-piece suit was less than a hundred years old; they were still figuring things out.
Here’s an example from the V&A–it’s from the 1730s, so the shape is much sleeker than it would’ve been a few decades earlier, but it shows off that plainer fabric in the sleeves:
And here’s one that looks like it’s a bit earlier (the “skirt” of the waistcoat is much fuller, as it would’ve been very early in the century), and while it doesn’t have different fabric sewn in, you can see the same idea expressed in the pattern of the embroidery, leaving most of the sleeve and the upper back section plain:
Last night I had a dream that for April Fools day Blizzard added an Overwatch character named “Michael.” He was a tall mustached man with a three piece suit and one of those really old game show host microphones. Like the skinny ones on the price is right. All Michael could do was laugh. His E would make him hearty chuckle, his shift would make him guffaw, and his ult would make him point and laugh at an enemy character until he passed out. He could punch for 1 damage each hit.
Also every game I joined had a Michael on both teams.
“Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”
C, E-flat and G walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Sorry, but we don’t serve minors.” So E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out flat. F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
D comes in and heads for the bathroom, saying, “Excuse me. I’ll just be a second.” Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, “Get out! You’re the seventh minor I’ve found in this bar tonight.”
E-flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, “You’re looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development.” Sure enough, E-flat soon takes off his suit and everything else, and is au natural. Eventually, C, who had passed out in the bar the night before, begins to sober up and realizes in horror that he’s under a rest.
So, C goes to trial, is convicted of contributing to the diminution of a minor and sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an up scale correctional facility. The conviction is overturned on appeal, however, and C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he’s only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest and closes the bar.
so we all know that fake ah crew jeremy’s fashion sense (or lack thereof) is a thing, but i kind of like to imagine that like on the first day he’s working for the fahc, he walks into the penthouse and he’s just dressed in like a regular t-shirt and jeans
but then he looks at the fucking crew:
geoff is in a three-piece suit, which, okay, but he seems to wear it everywhere? and in hundred-degree weather? jeremy is half convinced he wears the thing to sleep
jack is in possibly the loudest hawaiian shirt jeremy has ever seen, like his eyes might be burning a little bit, and she appears to have an inexhaustible supply of them
gavin clearly has some kind of gold aesthetic going on and never takes off his sunglasses
skull mask. enough said. (also jeremy’s heard rumors that ryan also has his chest hair shaved into a skull, but that can’t be true. right?)
and michael– well, michael looks fine, actually, until he turns around, and there’s a huge fuckoff wolf on the back of his jacket for no discernible reason
and so jeremy’s kind of like ahaha– oh wait you’re serious, and after working with the crew for a week or two he decides what the hell and heads for the nearest clothing store. picks out purple and orange shit while the clerk looks on in horror and he snags a cowboy hat on his way out because why not.
he shows up at the penthouse the next day and immediately everyone is like what. the fuck are you wearing. and generally brutally makes fun of him
jeremy is like “are you kidding?? have you seen yourselves??” and everyone sort of looks down at themselves and at each other and are basically like what? this is perfectly fine. we have made excellent fashion choices. you however are an assault on my eyes and against nature.
jeremy is very tired. (he sticks with the clashing colors because mama didn’t raise no quitter)
In college, I was talking with a friend and wondered, what happened to jumpsuits? I came up with a really specific idea of a white one-piece Adidas shell suit I wanted with gold three-stripes down the side. I searched for it and couldn’t find one, but I did end up finding what’s essentially a ski suit, which may be my favorite item of clothing. People were like, “Why did you buy that? It’s so ridiculous,” but when it got cold, I was cruising around in my one-piece jumpsuit like, yeah, I’m the one laughing now.
me: to days of inspiration playing hooky making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going maAAAAAAd to loving tension no pension to mOre than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dAAAAAAAAd to riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits to frUIts to no absolutes to absolut to choice to the village voiiiice to aNY PASSING FAD to being an us for once instead oF A THEEEEEM LA VIE BOHEEEEEEEME !!!!LA VIE BOHEME !!! hey mIster shes my sister so thats five miso soup four seaweed salad three soy burger dinner two tofu dog platter and one pasta with meatless balls ew it tastes the same if you close your eyes and thirteen orders of fries is that it here WINE AND BEER to hAnd crafted bEErs made in local brEwerIEs to yoga to yoghurt to rice and beans and cheese to leather to dildos to curry vindaloo to huevos rancheros and maya angelou emotion devotion to causing a commotion ceation vacation MUCHO MASTURBATION
i’m just gearing up for the s13 episode in which mac hits the gay dating scene for the first time ever and every single dude he goes out with is a carbon copy of dennis and the gang decides to confront him about it gently and mac is like “i literally have no idea what you guys are talking about” while some curly-headed twink in a three-piece suit stands behind him at the jukebox like “oh sweet you guys have so much steve winwood”
Enjolras: “Revolution, justice, screaming for solution” Combeferre: “The opposite of war isn’t peace, it’s creation!” Courfeyrac: “Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred” Bossuet: “Hating convention, hating pretension” Joly: “To people living with, living with, living with, Not dying from disease!” Feuilly: “no way to make a living” Bahorel: “To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits” Jehan: “Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10-gallon plastic pickle tub” Grantaire:“Wine and beer!”
*BONUS* Marius: “Anyone out of the mainstream, Is anyone in the mainstream?” Gavroche: “Not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and dad” Valjean: “Let he among us without sin be the first to condemn” Tutti: “I get invited then ignored all night long”
(This took forever, and some of them are clearly more serious than other lol)