It's all happening on the Sandringham line

Now everyone has a right to wear whatever the hell they want. I just have a right to judge....Please, by all means, judge what I'm wearing whenever you like!

Thank you to uhohdaisy for sending this one through because it really has FASHIONROAST written all over it... It was taken on the Sandringham train line. You gotta love the cross section of people you see on trains. Mothers, priests, professionals, students and many other strange creatures. Like the fella below. And yes apparently he is a fella. When I saw this I immediately thought of the troll dolls from back in the 90s. Remember the little key rings that had little trolls with bright coloured hair? Boom. This guy puts the troll in troll doll. Whilst he has immaculately matched his Stabilo Boss pink hair, sunglasses and jumper he has provided me with great fodder this week. Its amazing what people will do to stand out innit!

I think he looks rediculous #justsaying



If anyone thinks this is a boast then you have the floor...

Kruppy signing out

Being Tim Mullaly

Men need to be men. Strong-minded, decisive and physically able - it's all part of society's mould. Sure there are some stray and people who don't believe but in my opinion, men need to stand for some things, and these things are important. One thing however that isn't as much as part of society's expectation of the male species however is the importance of one's appearance.

Traditionally blokes being blokes meant that looking the part was the female's domain, not the males. I for one however have always been taught that it takes 2 seconds to make an impression and the way that one presents themselves is therefore vital to making that first impression. Therefore for me falling into the same category as being strong minded, decisive and physically able is looking sharp and making that first impression. You never know who you're going to meet right?

So when a very dapper Tim Mullaluly waltzed in to work this morning wearing a blazer, jumper, checked shirt and funky tie I thought the man needed a big pat on the back. Very classy, albeit losing serious points for a Dali-like moustache Timbo gets this week's tick of approval and a big FASHION BOAST! Now he just needs to work on being physically able!!!

Fashion in the golfing fraternity

With the Presidents Cup in Melbourne town this week I thought I would do a golfing special..

Golf is generally a pretty boring game from a fashion perspective. Collared polo, slacks, maybe a 1990s style visor, your standard golf shoes. Nothing to write home about. But every now and then comes someone with a bit of colour. With a bit of pizzaz. Someone who just makes you notice!

Two players come immediately to mind. Both on either side of the style spectrum. On one hand you have the very stylish Jesper Parnevik. Hailing from Sweden and being a reasonable golfer in the 90s and early naughties he will leave more of a fashion legacy than a golfing one! You gotta love the flair of the Sweed. All class and definitely a big fashion boast!



On the other hand and going deep deep south on the style spectrum is the very colourful John Daly. Known for outrageous antics on and off the course Daly is someone that has serious dress sense issues. One has to question whether he thinks he's going to play a round of golf or shooting off to provide entertainment at a children's 3rd birthday party. And for that reason Mr D you are getting slapped with a fashion roast stamp.



Surely I can't be wrong in these cases people???? Are they fashion boasts or fashion roasts????

Kruppy signing off.

Fashion Roast At the Spring Carnival

Melbourne's Spring Carnival is known for it's fashion. It's a week that all the ladies plan for weeks and weeks in advance (not to mention many of the men these days too...) and as such it is one of the most appropriate places to find Fashion Roast.

Horses for courses as they say but I came across this guy and my fashion roast radar went into over-drive. At his age I think you have to give more lenience for the flair (hats off to a man in his 60s who still has the guts to wear a pink hat and matching tie with a loud yellow shirt) but I still I think he looks like a packet of clinkers. If my dad rocked up to the races like that I wouldn't know where to hide.

So I am slapping this stallion with a big fat FASHION ROAST!

What do you think, a roast or a boast????

Brown-low moments

If you're anything like me you hang for the moment on the Tuesday morning post Brownlow medal when it arrives. Your inbox lights up like neon lights with the powerpoint presentation that digs like a knife into the hearts of WAGs (Wives and Girlfriends) of AFL players around the country.

It is a document more scathing than an Andrew Bolt article & more insulting than Australian Labour Party preferred party research piece. Tearing through the dresses, make up and shape of these ladies like a tornedo of massive proportions it leaves a similar trail of destruction. Some of these ladies will never recover. It can make them (See Rebecca Twigley Red dress 2004) and it can break them (See Brynne Edelston 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015....).

So without further ado, lemme-at-em!



Nick Del Santo and his Mrs - When you go to anotehr country I know you get tempted to bring home some of the local garb to wear it back home. But like white cotton pants from Greece don't work in Australia - neither do costumes from Carnivale in Rio..



Brendon Goddard and his Mrs - I loved the movie splash. But that was the 80s and mermaids were a little bit more hip. Sorry Mrs G but Daryl Hannah did it better.



Graham Teasdale and his daughter...Poor fashion sense certainly runs in the family! Bringing with her a wiff of Frankston it seems she hasn't taken her shoes out of their shopping bags? I've heard of leaving the tag on by accident but here there are no excuses..



But after all those fashion roasts I feel I have to finish with a fashion toast... The judds can do no wrong. Hi Bec!!!!!!! I love you. Is it my daily obsessive text messages or the fact that you are married to a superhero that keep us apart?

Krupp signing out....

Serena fails - Oh no you di-ent

This week was a great week for Australians in the world of tennis. Our girl Sammy Stosur took out her first grand slam championship, winning the US Open in brazen fashion, slaughtering her opponent Serena Williams. Serena, bless her, was none to pleased with this loss, as per her unsportsmanlike outbursts on court. And no doubt she will be none to happy with this post either. I thought I would go with a tennis theme this week and take you back through time to give one of the biggest roasts this blog has ever seen. Serena Williams - Oh no you di-ent. What have you been wearing!

Serena has got to be one of the most vile dressers on the tennis circuit. How many fashion faux pas can a person make before realising that perhaps they should stick to what comes naturally. Ahhh, that's tennis Serena. I'm no expert on female fashion but if anyone can give any justifications on how any of the Serenages below could be a fashion boast I need to know!


Hi Serena.. you shouldn't be wearing short denim skirts And what's with wearing shin guards connected to your shoes?


Put your finger over her faces and breasts and ask yourself, why is man dressed in a black dress at the premiere of a movie? Dress to your strengths Serena...



What's up Batman?

That's all from me for this week!

Signing out..

Kruppy

Peter Pan finds a home in Melbourne

My my my it seems Peter Pan has been on the search for a new home and it looks like Elizabeth St in Melbourne's CBD is the new neverneverland.

Thanks to Kim Gill for sending in this, my second fashion roast.

Here's someone who thought it would be a good idea to walk down the street in a green smurf hat, a matching green smock (with paint stains to boot) and belt made up of coloured triangles that seem to have been stolen from a school's sports carnival. As a good friend surely you would stop a person like this leaving the house looking like this..

Have a look for yourself and if anyone can sell in that this is not a FASHION ROAST, I'm all pixie ears..

Prahran still has class

So last week I bought you the dregs of this colourful area. This week I wanted to show you another side.

There are certainly some cool cats around here and these days they all seem to be heading to the ultra hip new cafe on the block, St Edmonds. They make a great coffee, have sensational pastries and can cook a great brekky and lunch too.

But an overarching reason to go there is the greet peeps behind the counter. Down to earth, friendly and are so damn cool that you walk away questioning if somehow you may just have passed your used by date. Or perhaps more precisely, you think these guys are so cool that you never even measured on the Richter Scale of coolness!

Alas, introducing my first fashion boast, the very chic and trendy Coco. Aint she a head turner.



What do you reckon - a boast or a roast?

PS Don't forget to send your photos (preferably a roast!) to boastorroast@gmail.com

The birth of Fashion Roast

Fashion is funny business. A serious business for many. But for me a business that too many people take way too seriously.

Now let's get this straight. I do like my fashion and do take pride in trying to look decent every time I leave the house but I also think a lot of people are getting so serious with their latest threads that they step out of the house in an outfit that makes them look more like a three year old has inspired their daily catwalk with a bunch of crayolas than being painted with the brush stroke of Gianni Versace.

This blog is about my take on male fashion. I am a pretty blokey Aussie guy who lives in the inner south eastern suburbs of Melbourne who occasionally gets carried away and buys a lot of clothes. It's not something I do often but when I do it usually involves departing with a lot of cash and only a few items.

Working on the doorstep of the city's fashion iconic Chapel and Greville streets, I am inspired, intrigued and astounded by what gents are wearing on a daily basis. And this is what I intend to showcase in this blog. The good, the bad and the outright ridiculous! I don't take myself seriously and neither will this blog. I intend to post photos of the guys around here in their daily outfits before giving them a fashion boast or a fashion roast...

Now let me open the account with a beauty. A really nice guy but someone who could have thought harder when he got out of bed. Dude. Dude. Maaaaate. SERIOUSLY. I'm not even thinking crayolas here, I'm thinking photoshop! This is a big big FASHION ROAST, I don't even feel like I need to explain myself here.