Noone wants to be "unique". Most people want to belong to a tribe - and be it the tribe of Individualists. See the current default outfit for anyone in media/menswear: Beard, horn-rimmed glasses, too-short drainpipe trousers, double monks, fancy/no socks, cufflinks, wristband, contrast-colour this-and-that, plus a lot of ironic/retro stuff (bicycles and the lot, not to forget the Tweed Run. The Pity-Uomo-Look, these people look as if they are in permament audition for a life on stage which they will never enter.

It could be very individual to fly to Lugano to buy that Marinella tie one always wanted. But why talk/blog/brag about it, with "likeminded" people?

^ To the person who has lived in a place or a culture all his life beginning to wend his way thru life asserting his individuality through clothing makes sense, as he gradually starts substituting the "handed down" habits of clothing for items more of his liking or desire to create an impression.
To the person from another place or culture beginning to wend his way thru life in a new environment the predicament is the opposite. His "handed down" clothing habits create an impression of otherness that makes simple navigation thru life a matter of constant explanations (where are you from? what's your accent? maybe next time you should consider wearing that when coming here, etc). Thus the imperative is to blend in just to cope efficiently. For such persons trying to "create an impression" has the effect of a broadcaster wearing neon colors talking with an accent through a megaphone. Some guys revel in that and it may even be advantageous in some professions where calling attention to oneself is profitable (media, entertainment, etc) but for a person trying to make a living by what he produces the objective is not to stand out so much that you obscure your product.

Last edited by Chévere (2014-05-04 08:00:47)

"Going to court?"

"Yeah, my mother's up for parole."

Meeow pussy cat!

Well done FNB. In fine form! Did you court them first or, once they had become weak from the vision of your splendor, just bend them over the turnstile?