Tucked In. With A Belt.
2002-12-09
for those of you who don't know me in person, this is a rarity. few and far between are the occasions when you will find me clad in a long-sleeved button-down, much less tucked in. of course, if one is tucked in, one IS wearing a belt. i don't dig on the belts so much. my fashion sense seems to reflect my personality - let it all hang out. but today, i'm sporting the bright blue graphite check number (j. crew) which pops the ol' eyes and black leather encircles my waist with a chunky silver buckle (kenneth cole). this would seem to answer miss shiv's question in the negative, unless corporate casual toady was last season's counterculture. at least, the jeans are diesel. and the blue cardigan? classic, in 100% orgon acrylic. every day requires SOME vestige of the signature look.
saturday. brunch. the cowgirl. subtle change in mood as background groove switches from nashville to 54, courtesy of hipster wait staff. to the opening strains of the hustle, i coo, "ah, disco." after a hearty guffaw, our conversation turns to t-shirts lusted for, hers being "i heart emo", mine being "disco sucks." flash forward. today. union square. uptown lexington avenue line platform. the crowd parts just so as a young woman saunters toward me. emblazoned across her ample bosom? you guessed it. i just wanted to plant one on her. ah, young love.
-finn
Previously:
Shiny Happy Person (or Something Like That) - 2005-08-19
Having Trouble Saying What I Mean With Dead Poets and a Drum Machine - 2005-08-14
Let's Rock! - 2005-07-27
Knock Me Right Off My Feet - 2005-07-22
Play or You'll Never Know - 2005-07-14
