In the dense thicket of my wardrobe, an event worthy of a David Attenborough narration is taking place. Between the green smart pants and the satin button-up, an oversized zebra-striped blazer hangs, aloof as though it were lapping at a watering hole in the savanna. Several hangers over, however, a predator lies in wait; the
Long gone are the days of the American Wild West. As the Frontier slowly began to shift from being a solid westward line to encircling the arid region between California and the Rockies, the area within was known as a fabled land full of lonesome ranchers, spurred outlaws, saloons, and remote single-road towns rife with
Anyone with an inclination towards fashion or might maintain highly-curated wardrobe can claim that over the years, they’ve become beholden to certain patterns or color combinations in their outfits. For some, it might be cool-toned paisley shirts; for others, it might be an unconscious pull towards solid primary colors. We, as humans, naturally gravitate towards
If plain black tuxedos aren’t ubiquitous, then I don’t know what is. They seem to proliferate any black tie formal event, as such an occasion is, by virtue, meant to be littered with the strappings of black jackets, black bowties, and white dress shirts. Any opera, any state dinner, even movie premiers and award shows
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