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i didn’t care about fashion up until fairly recently. i know i didn’t in high school. i’ve seen the pictures. i’m pretty sure i didn’t back in georgia, because i was too depressed to care about anything other than going to work, sleeping through school, and writing at night. nowadays though, i put some thought into it.
earlier this year, i realized that i’d grown too dependent on t-shirts, a bad habit i picked up as a teenager. working at GameStop only compounded it, because companies would send t-shirts through every few weeks. and you know, i’d rock a video game shirt now and then. yeah man, my shirt has dude from Zelda on it, what?
nowadays, i don’t wear comic or video game shirts. they tend to be poorly designed, if they’re designed at all. a logo on a shirt does not dopeness make. so, i made an executive decision and ditched all of mine but two. i kept a gray “Property of Xavier’s” gym shirt because i’ve wanted one since i was a kid, and i kept a red “Magneto Was Right” shirt that i rarely wear.
i adjusted my focus and style. i bought jeans that i could wear without worrying about them dragging on the ground, multiple polos. i retired from the size L t-shirt club and joined the Clothes That Fit Gang, a.k.a. went out and bought medium shirts. i pulled a Jay-Z and picked up a couple button-ups.
it’s this weird informal/casual-style. when i rock tees, they’re usually something i picked up off karmaloop. i’m pickier now, though. a funny ha ha slogan isn’t enough. something about the design has to click for me. in fact, i’m pretty sure that the last time i bought tees, i was in Japan around this time last year.
so the wardrobe’s slowly maturing as time goes on. i’d planned to buy a suit next month, but my dentist is yap yap yapping about pulling all of my wisdom teeth, so i should probably save money for the future instead. i can’t do the all-out hipster thing— the cardigans and skinny jeans and awful day-glo monstrosities that regularly stalk the streets of San Francisco. totally not my thing.
the other week, a friend of mine had a birthday dinner. i threw on a brown button-up, some brown ace 83s (with gray laces to match the interiors), and a dark pair of jeans. pretty simple, yeah? button-up untucked, jeans uncuffed. i got compliments on it. i was surprised. i like looking nice, though, so onward and upward.
