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I am SO not a clothes person.
But few favourites: big fuckoff dark blue wool overcoat; I wish it was black, but it makes me happy anyhow. Couple with my normal wear underneath to confuse people; I remember schoolfriends saying "overcoat and t-shirt? What the fuck are you on?" Fools. Also, random chain bracelet on right hand - it balances the right against the watch-wearing left, and feels peculiarly me (finally replaced the old chain that died). Happiest in long-sleeve, as opposed to short-sleeve, Ts. Colours for anything: drab. Olive, gray, green, black, blue. They don't clash with my hair. Trousers: the baggier and the more pockets, generally the better, though as long as they're semi-baggy they'll do. I must admit, I do love my new pair of jeans more than is right. For shoes, I'm pretty much stuck on the two pairs of Vans Prones that I have; they fit, they're comfortable, sod the rest. And finally: suits. Suits rock most of all, though I only have odd chances to wear them. Lovely dark one that feels pretty much "right", and then, the greatest suit of all time; my Christian Dior dress suit, which I love with a passion, not least because I got it for free. The jacket is the most perfectly-fitting garment I've ever worn.
I need more clothes I'm happy with, though. Too many old ones kicking around.
Oh, and though I haven't seen K-CC's big carpet coat, Janina's is just wonderful. Jesus. For a straight guy that hates them, I appear to be talking far too much about clothes. |
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