I’m fascinated by successful people with considerable spending power who essentially live in one outfit. I think they’re onto something.

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.

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.

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.