This is an excerpt I found on GQ.com this morning. SMH
Philly had a moment back in Ye Olde Revolutionary times. This was the home, after all, of the Constitutional Congress and Ben Franklin—admittedly not a keen dresser, tending toward a look we’d describe as “Grandma watching tennis on TV while waiting for her wig to dry,” but a fine statesman nonetheless. Heck, the town was once the capital of These United States (when “These” meant all 13, but still). Today P-Town is in a funk. The less successful little brother to its northerly neighbor, New York City, Philly is the sartorial nation’s capital of three things: Mullets, (see: Daulton, Darren; Bacon, Kevin; Public, John Q.), ironed jeans (see: Rendell, Ed), and that favorite accoutrement of swashbucklers, ballplayers, and lion tamers alike, the groomed goatee (see: Croce, Pat). Add two million Vick jerseys, cheesesteak-grease stain as hoodie accessory, and Stallone’s grey sweatsuit and black Cons and you’ve pretty much covered the city’s entire contribution to the style community.—Luke Zaleski
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