Sonny
Today i might have gone slightly over the top. I bought a white jacket. I look a little bit like sonny in it, which can be good as well as bad, depending on my mood.
Thing is, i have a very disturbed relationship with jackets and also suits for that matter. Suits are the finest clothes a man can wear. They’re supposed to lend dignity and confidence to their wearer, but it doesn’t work that way for me. If you look on the streets, you’ll find that suits have been seized by two demographic groups: old men and corporate drones, where old men get to wear the really sweet, classic three-piece suits and drones… they get to wear the boring stuff mostly. If you’re not part of these tribes, you’re tough out of luck, your only chance is to rock a jacket with a decidedly snarky attitude, something i’m not particularly fond of (though i’m tempted to give it a try).
In order to get into the right state-of-mind to confidently wear jackets and suits, i’ve come to the conclusion that i have to familiarize myself with the practice. Sure, it might be a little painful in the beginning and missteps are bound to happen, so please be forgiving, but it’s something i consider necessary and a white jacket had to be on my road to enlightenment as one of the first steps. That’s just me i guess, reconquering suits from drones one piece at a time. Continuing at this pace i’ll have the confidence for three-piece suits by the time i’ve retired…
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