AGE OF BEIGE

Is it an ivory tusk dealer? No. Is it a lady’s waistcoat from Country Road? Nuh-uh. Is it the latest outfit from ‘Pimp My Celebrant’? You’re darn tootin’ it is.

Introducing: Age of Beige.

I’ve been looking for a beige vest since Blockbuster went under. And this thing was harder to find than Carmen Sandiego.

Combine it with a tie straight from grandpop’s basement and a beard modelled on a convicted felon, and you’ve got a summer blockbuster primed for wedding season.