It's all good, B. I figure wear what makes you feel good. My primary prerequisite these days--it must be clean, i.e., laundered and more or less free of obvious staining.

Pink is very underrated, cool as fuck in shirts.

Gingham too is always good, quite rare for something that feels ubiquitous.

I am probably, and I don't like to brag and boast, one of the few who have secured a bonus in my industry year and it's all going two ways: T&A and downloading Elvis Presley and Blue Note albums from HDTracks.

You can't take it with you. A stupid car is worth it, if you have the chance to use it on congestion free roads where you can put it through its paces or turn up at parties at stately pads where it will have some cache and status. Otherwise, like here in the Randstad, it's a waste of money and yet another burden and milk cow for the taxman. And incidently this dude overtook in a splendid looking Porsche today in the rush hour on a road you shouldn't overtake on, 15 seconds later I was just behind in a line of cars like everyone. A great equalizer are traffic jams, a man can get his priorities right in such conditions and stumble across epiphany's such as a car exists only to get you from A to B quite often under less than interesting circumstances. The glamour of the road is dead.

Once you draw that conclusion you can drive a VW Up and Toyota Prius with impunity and spend your hard earned cash elsewhere.

Yes, you can, but you're in clothes more than you are in a car.

nice cars dont have to be expensive, as we both know