Navy Chinos: Blazers, Jackets, Shirts and Shoes
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 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…
Someone in my office, a woman two desks over who wears exclusively black and grey and has never once complimented my clothes, called loafers “the sensible aunt of shoes.” I…
I counted my wide leg pants back in October, which is a very specific and slightly alarming thing to do on a Tuesday night, and the number was eleven. Eleven…
I own six pairs of men’s chelsea boots. Not men’s boots that I wear, actual men’s chelsea boots, size eleven, that live in my apartment because I am apparently the…
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…
My sister looked at me over her reading glasses when I walked into her kitchen last month wearing a black suit with a shirt the color of a swimming pool…
I own four light gray suits and exactly eleven pairs of dress shoes that could theoretically go with them, and I counted last week because a friend asked me what…
I bought a pair of pointy white leather sneakers off a resale app at eleven fifteen on a Tuesday night, absolutely convinced they were the missing piece to every pair…
I own eleven dress shirts that exist for exactly one reason. A light gray suit I bought three years ago from a shop in Wicker Park that has since closed,…
My roommate walked into the kitchen, looked at me for a full three seconds, and said, “okay, who died.” I was wearing a black velvet blazer over jeans and a…