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Versace A/W 2014
Versace A/W 2014
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
Hot. Hotter. Hottest. All three varieties of men happened to take centre stage on the Versace runway in Milan where Donatella Versace, channeling her inner most vixen, lassoed a steaming, beefy gang of men out of their gilded cages. There was nothing subtle about Donatella's theme this season: it was the Wild West, a sizzling frontier that became even wilder when men strolled out in butt-less leather chaps with just tiny panties clinging to their buns. Or what about the stiff rodeo briefs worn like a steel cage over suit pants and jeans? Yahoo! Other fun under the Texan sun included shirts and slippery suits branded with bejewelled horseshoes, cactuses and sheriff badges. The men were literally handcuffed to their clutch man-bags and half-boot footwear abounded. There were a few glimpses of regular wear, but when there's a pair of graffiti-ed, torn-up, studded jeans, a chinchilla hooded sweatshirt and a bejewelled bomber sauntering on by, one hardly has time for a plain black suit.
Photography: Jason Lloyd Evans
