The Evolution of a Shirt

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I bought this shirt a year and half ago.  I was working at NBC, snuck out to H&M and bought it.  I almost didn’t though.  I mean, who wants to take a fashion cue from Jay Leno.  Thankfully, I had female with me at the time.  I asked her, what the female consensus on denim shirts were.  I’d watched enough Seinfeld to fear this reaction.

She told me to go for it, but gave me two HUGE pieces of advice.  First, wear it with black jeans to avoid the whole Canadian Tuxedo thing.  Second, roll up the sleeves.  I bought the shirt, followed her advice and never looked back.

It immediately became my favorite shirt.  The ’98 Pedro of my sartorial rotation.  The go-to shirt.  In a year and a half it saw more than it’s fair share of Friday night bar scenes, first dates, and failed impromptu Rihanna meet ups.  Even Ryan Gosling totally stole the look.

Then today something happened.  It was over it.  I saw the shirt in my closet, put it on, and just felt – ehh -.  A year and half run as the shirt and I just wasn’t feeling it anymore.

Tonight, without a true ace in my sartorial rotation, I wore it out anyway.  I thought, I’d give it one more chance to recapture its magic.  And even though it received a compliment, it couldn’t buoy the once “go to shirt.”

So, it’s time.  It’s time to retire the shirt.  Maybe, like Jordan in ’95, Jay in ’06 or Clemens in ’04, in ’06 and in ’07, it will come out of retirement and one day return to prominence.  But for now, Good Night Denim Shirt, you had a great run.

My Side Chick

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but lately (about the last month and half now) my blog game has been kinda weak-sauce

This is attributed to fact that I’ve been social mediaing and writing a twice-a-week blog post for a new e-comm menswear site.

So, if you want to catch up on some mensweary, fashiony, style write ups head over to HERE.

FNP.S.  Next week I’m coming back hard.  IN PURSUIT OF FRESHLY PRESSEDNESS

Shopping List

Last night I couldn’t sleep.  So instead of sleeping, I decided to scavenge Urban Outfittter’s entire men’s collection.

There are many less than masculine thoughts that occasionally circle my mind like, “I wish I could lose five pounds from my stomach,” “Wow, Orlando Bloom is really good looking,” and -as last night was an example of- “I just want to go shopping!”

Here’s a tidy little list of last night’s highlights (donations welcome).

Absolutely Need.

I Can Totally Be Convinced Into Buying.

The Word “Sale” is Doing A Lot Right Now. 

If I Had Ten Percent More Confidence, I’d Totally Rock the Shit Out of This.

Dude, New Pants.

Umm, Shoes.

SIZES: Tops-Medium, Pants-33/32, Shoes-9.5…

What Suits Me

Few things look better than a nice suit.  I own two suits.  One charcoal, one slate.  I hate both of them.

This is the charcoal one.

You can’t tell by the picture, but this suit also has thin pinstripes.

This is the slate one.

Once again the picture/lighting is not great, this suit is a bit lighter in person.

Anyway, those are my two suits.  I don’t really like either of them, to me they’re both kind of – blah.  I’m not exactly sure why I chose/bought them.  I vaguely remember the salesmen picking them out and assuring me they looked great, I remember thinking, “well he’s a professional.”  So I bought them and was left with (almost) immediate buyers remorse.

Here’s where things get more complicated or simpler, depending on your how you look at it.  I knew exactly the three types of suit I want.

One Black.

Simple. Clean. Classic. Skinny tie. White pocket square. Slim fit. Love it.

     One Light Grey.

Something light, something fresh, something dripping swagoo (did I use that right?).  Not the first time I’m biting Gosling (non-sexual) won’t be the last.

One Blue.

Turning away from the achromatic theme and showing some spunk.  Summertime suit, eye catching, different without being obnoxious.

Okay, so there’s my dream wardrobe (of the suit variety).  Now, who wants to lend me a couple grand to make it happen?

Anyone?

Anyone?