Magazines, blogs and society suggest that real men should be obsessed with boobs, beer, bourbon, beef, bacon, basketball, big cars, big houses and other big stuff. I’m not on board with that.
While I love to wear a tailored suit when I’m out and about, my uniform at home is a t-shirt and jeans.
The rule for how to wear sandals or flip-flops in public is simple: don’t.
If he had never even written a word, he probably still would have been an icon merely for his for his sartorial savoir faire.
Despite constant (and annoying) pressure to upgrade to the luxury/designer level, I’ve managed to avoid it and get along just fine.
My taste in shoes is like my taste in humor: the darker the better.