I found Waldo!
RB I get that all the time! [Laughs]
The beanie isn’t helping.
RB It’s Where’s Waldo? chic. I love it. And this shirt is, like, that gross towel material.
Where are you headed?
RB Uh, we’re going to pick up his pants for a wedding.
SV Ripped my last pair climbing a fence! [Laughs]
How do you know each other?
SV When we moved into the dorms last fall, he was the first friend I made. We were both trying to figure out our fashion identities.
RB I was in the hard-core scene back in high school in Ohio. Sooo many piercings and shit! My right ear was gauged and I had a glass scorpion in it. I got a gigantic tattoo on my chest that said, count your fucking blessings. I got fucking covered because it got me in too much trouble.
SV I came from a little farm town in northwest Illinois, and was still wearing denim shirts. We had corn, soybeans, horses. I don’t think I wore clothes until I was eight, then my outfit was overalls. I’ve since settled on a ’50s look.
Why ape such a conservative period?
SV It really embodies my idea of what a man is. It’s stylish but not ostentatious.
Does your ’50s fixation carry over to whom you date?
SV It does. What I find attractive is a good, wholesome girl. I want a girl who goes to church every Sunday and blushes if I say something vulgar.