Clothing, like much of life, is greatly effected by the context in which it exists. In the correct context, things flourish. In the wrong context, things fall apart.
The internet has given rise to a very rigid archetype of the well dressed man. Fit, fabric, and provenance, are the determining factors for judging a man’s ability to dress. I would argue, however, that the way clothes suits one’s personality is far greater than the way one’s suit fits. I have a friend that wears a single pair of jeans, likely from Walmart. He has an arsenal of inappropriate T-shirts (e.g. “I’m with stupid” and an arrow pointing upwards). His beard is perpetually unruly, and dressing up for him is putting pants on and going outside. The Sartorialist would never snap a photo of him, but if you got to know him, no other type of attire would make more sense. He is as witty as they come. He is wildly intelligent, and even in the most sober event, he can make everyone smile. Call him uncouth, but I can guarantee that hanging out with him is far more interesting than hanging out with the guy who’s fixing his pocket square to have the requisite amount of sprezzitura (I don’t know how to spell it and I refuse to look it up). Don’t get me wrong, if you’re the heir to a multi-million dollar company (be my friend), and you want to wear a three piece suit, with 8 inch lapels, a watch on the outside sleeve of your jacket, and only the skinny side of your tie showing while the big side is tucked into your shirt.. Do you, homie. But there’s no need to pretend like we have to dress the way the people on the internet do- especially if it doesn’t suit our personality.
The Inaugural Rant
Quite some time has passed since my last post, but for my dozen followers- I have returned. It may be the influence of copious amounts of time (sometimes known as the life of a recent graduate, or unemployment), but whatever the reason may be, I feel a need to write.
In the late nights of my procrastination I have spent many hours eating the best of Asian junk food and gawking over men’s clothing. It’s always exciting for me to see finely tailored clothing, or some avant-garde streetwear. Unfortunately, the blogs I follow are riddled with a distinctly subversive sense of condescension. It has become far too common that people’s value is judged by the fades on their selvedge, or the exclusiveness of their gear. It’s so silly.
I am completely divided because I think these various forms of social media are great forums to share information, but there are just so many haters. In my opinion, one’s character greatly supersedes their clothing. This may just be a reminder to myself, since I want to write more about clothing, but who you are is far greater than what you wear. Sometimes it’s really easy to forget that on the interwebs..
Awesome (at Brooklyn Hide)
The gentleman in the top photo giving me the stink eye is the owner of this beautiful 1976 BMW 2002. He bought it in 1992, while he was in high school, and has either daily-driven, tracked, or shown it ever since. It has been repainted and had the interior redone twice, been on multiple suspension and wheel setups, and had a variety of engine modifications. The owner tells me that, as a young father and no-longer-boy-racer, the car’s current iteration is his most favorite, and he only plans minor interior and suspension tweaks in the future. More details and photos to follow.
Anonymous asked: where do you work?
15 year old Edward Greens. Buy less, buy better.