I went to the bank twice this week and both times saw a local man who is a bit of an oddity. He is tall, well over 6 feet, into his 60s, has a long beard and long bushy hair, walks with a bad lurch, but has a spark in his eyes and is really polite. He is a bit of a puzzle. The first time I saw him he was wearing a blazer and dress pants, with some new dress loafers and was obviously headed somewhere. The second time he was wearing a logging shirt and some jeans and had some tall skinny blonde floozy with high-pitched voice accompanying him. For some reason my memory tells me he's relatively wealthy. I find it fun to wonder who he really is, or what he's done in his life. The lurch and general "outsider" appearance, plus money, could indicate a former biker who injured himself riding. Or he could be some working joe who inherited, or had a big score, or had his own company. But the weird appearance coupled with his varying dress sense, choice of woman, politeness, and expensive truck are both incongruous and fascinating at the same time.
Floral shirts past the dandical test because I wears 'em...
...nuff said.
aah ya both a pair of f*cken old hippies
Yesterday in CBD I saw (an american tourist) in a pair of Crocs with a brown leather vamp.
Dressy crocs????
I was reminded today going through files I had been jotting down what people are wearing in meetings on the back of agendas.
I'll make time to type them up on Whats The Beef?
Related: I deliberately started to dress down some years ago, for the first time, when I moved to a regional city (popn 150,000 + 30,000 surrounding)
The city also had then its own regional TV station and nightly 30 minute news. Due to my role I was often on TV, mostly my area was highly political. I quickly understood how to derail a shoot by coughing or wiping a fly from my face to ensure another shot.
But it was one of the female reporters who asked me off camera why I was always so "dressed up". I then realised I needed to dress more appropriately for the area. (I had been coming to that point by observing reactions in everyday work from people I interacted with). Essentially I got myself a bunch of sportcoats and plain blue shirts, dialed it down a notch or two, and essentially stopped a lifetime of dandying about.
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I've just been to a neighbours birthday party - I piked early at 11.30pm. I can still hear it going.
I'm wearing black suede chukkas, dark red pants, red blue striped belt, blue shirt red guarded white stripes, dark blue cotton blouson type jacket,longer hair than most males there. Hyped up on tequila and Dos Equis.