I’m fascinated by successful people with considerable spending power who essentially live in one outfit. I think they’re onto something.
Shirt sleeves a little too long? Problem solved.
When the temperature dropped to the low 60s/high 50s yesterday, I reached into my closet for my Harris Tweed for the first time since early spring.
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.