As I'm about to enter a, ahem, professional work environment, I'm trying to find the perfect suit. By which I mean: not too corporate, not too flashy, yet tasteful in a shabby sort of way, and flexible enough to be worn in a number of different contexts. This is a harder task than I anticipated, more of a quest. In the process of shopping I encountered one of those cliched bitchy David Jones suit section sales guys, who managed to make me feel like I was on some strange version of Australian Princess, and that I had been judged naive, and too young/unwilling to spend for proper assistance. Bah! Chadstone may call itself the fashion capital, but we all know that it's really more Cotton On than couture.

ANYWAY, in the process of shopping Leah and I popped into Borders to leaf through man-fashion magazines for suit inspiration (such a strange breed the man-fashion magazine). Here we found the latest issue of Italian Vogue, featuring Adrien Brody, who I find extremely irritating. This inspired me to post some irritating Adrien Brody photos. Enjoy.