Personal reflections about the clothes we wear and general psychobabble.
So VIVID, also known as Sydney’s largest winter attraction ploy, has officially ended as of this blisteringly frostbite-y week, which means all but crap for our tourism industry for the next three and a bit months till we get our sun back. But hey, look on the bright side we got other things to look forward to like our finals, cramming, and reading study notes till the very last second before entering the exam room.
My first experience with tie bars was seeing some corporate Don Juan wear one with an undimpled skinny pink tie as he caressed my face. I was of course very uncomfortable with my dad’s best friend pinching my cheek like that as a chubby four-year-old.
Learning how to wear suit separates gives a young guy license to be dressed in a suit when the dress code is casual without looking like a total wanker. It’s an approach to dressing down dressing up.
Plenty of men can dress in shades of blues, greys, and browns for their entire lifetimes and still be considered well-dressed, but as soon as I saw the forest green in this shantung silk necktie in the shop, I knew I was a man of colour (pun intended).
Though often mistaken for velvet, corduroy is hardly luxurious.
I’m definitely more of a winter guy, a characteristic my wardrobe tends to reflect. So when it comes to dressing for the heat I battle, but over the summer I’ve begun to try and work on it. What better opportunity then on Sunday, when I’m heading to work and it’s 33°.
I have always been fond of beautiful ugliness in clothing.