And I don’t know how this whole thing even started. I look down and, caught in the moment, I stare at these new pants, thinking I know precisely every measurement, the history of its swatch and I remember putting in the hours at the tailor’s; it’s perfect, but then I remember I’m the only one paying this much attention in this entire room, and I’m caught with a feeling of embarrassment and self accusations, thinking of how shallow my thoughts have become. No one knows this collar is a soft cutaway, what we refer to as the collo francese, yet I give it importance because it’s what the gents used to wear while ordering their morning ‘cappuccio e brioche’ in my hometown. It’s comforting, in my head, I’ve made it to their level; it feels so good. But then I catch myself, and it’s all downhill from there. God damn, there are people on the streets everywhere I look who are starving, yet I’m worrying about pick stitches, grinze, and patch pockets. Someone needs a reality check over here. But it’s not that I’m not aware of what’s around me; I understand, some people are less fortunate, and I do care. I’m only cold when it comes to women, and I pay attention to those in need, hell I’ll give you my coins… They would just be wasted on cigarettes or another coffee. Here you go. Okay, I must keep a little perspective. Yes. Stop it, I can’t control it though, I keep thinking about my next pair of John Lobbs; fuck, in my head I know already what I’m going to wear to Pitti… Ahh, double breasted, cutaway, pleated pants with a two inch cuff. Come on man, it’s so good. Wait, see, there I went off again. All I’m trying to say is, if you see me out, and it looks like I’m enjoying myself (it doesn’t happen too often) please don’t start obsessing over clothes the whole night with me. I just can’t. I love clothes, I love nerding out about god damn mother of pearl buttons on your new blogger blue DB; but leave it for another time. Look around, there are plenty of girls here, and I guarantee you they couldn’t care less about weather your double monks should have the top buckle unbuckled or not. Enjoy your night man, and if you catch me at a different time maybe I’ll be more open regarding conversing about clothes. For now, we’ll split ways; I’ll go looking for an interesting chick, but probably to no avail; keep thinking about clothes if you wish. It’s fine. But next time a person on the corner is in need of a few quarters to buy a sandwich, look down… This time don’t admire your brand new cotton linen pants, nor your Lapo lapels. Reach into your ticket pocket and give them whatever you want. This story has no moral, it’s just thoughts scribbled down in five minutes on a bench; it’s made to get you to think beyond mewelery and weather you should be going sockless or not this summer. Enjoy your future contemplations, because one can think about the perfection of Drake’s ties only so much in a lifetime. Cheers.
Probably no WIWTs or anything for a while
I need to get my shit together over the break. I’ve also got a few projects I want to at least take a crack at before I give up on.
Call it trying to step up my game in ways you can’t photograph.
I neglected to upload a LOT of WIWT photos. I’ll probably consolidate them into one big post and that’ll be that.
Crappy internet connection (seriously? It’s my home wireless network and nowhere near its cap) + uploading issues = a severe delay in tonight’s posts.
I know I usually keep things on this blog centered on me, but I recently broke 100 followers. It’s been a long time coming, and it’s neat to know that there are around 100 people that don’t think my blog is utter garbage. Thanks for following me, guys. Your likes and reblogs
give me validation make me smile. :D
Checking out the sizes on Suitsupply
Short suits are all really huge in the chest and it’s just kind of dumb that I’m going to have to buy crappy blazers from Zara/Topman/H&M or shell outa few thousandfor a bespoke suit just because everything else would be a goddamn hassle.
I’m going to Fashion’s Night Out NYC with my SLR camera
Gonna be taking pictures and seeing what’s up.
Any of my followers going?
Finally got off my lazy bum and broke out the sewing machine
An ungodly amount of time later and I still can’t get the bottom thread to feed through where it needs to.
This is causing me major setbacks on minor projects. :(