Beige Chinos: Shoes, Shirts and Color Partners
I counted them properly last week, which was a mistake, because now I cannot unknow it. Six pairs. Six pairs of beige chinos live in my closet right now, ranging…
I counted them properly last week, which was a mistake, because now I cannot unknow it. Six pairs. Six pairs of beige chinos live in my closet right now, ranging…
I own a charcoal gray suit that I bought for my cousin’s wedding eight years ago, and for the first two years I wore it exactly once, to that wedding,…
I own six gray suits. Not by design, not some capsule wardrobe manifesto, just the slow accumulation of a decade where gray kept winning over navy at the tailor’s counter.…
I own six pairs of navy chinos right now. Six. I counted them properly, laid out on the bed like some sort of inventory audit, because I had a genuine…
I counted six times this week, black shirt on the ironing board or coming out of the dryer, and that’s not even a busy week for me. Tuesday it was…
I was on my knees in a client’s guest bedroom in Dilworth, tape measure in my teeth, going through a stack of jeans she’d pulled from three different stores because…
Okay so I own six pairs of black leather pants right now. SIX. I counted them last week while I was looking for a specific pair for a specific shoot…
Renata leaned over my cubicle wall on a Tuesday, looked at me for a solid three seconds, and said, “You look like you’re about to fire someone.” I was wearing…
I was standing in my front hallway at 7:42 on a Tuesday, one shoe on, one shoe in my hand, an Uber already four minutes away and closing, and I…
Okay so I need to tell you about the black jeans I wore to my own cousin’s engagement dinner, because I think about this outfit at least once a week…