My First Watch May Well Have Made Me the Man I Am Today
For all the minutiae of style, there are essentially two categories that a clothed person falls into. You’re either wearing an outfit — a set of items that compose some greater gestalt — or you’re merely draped in fabric. Those who wear outfits tell the world that they possess sexuality, nuance, and serious concerns. Those who don’t imply that they have woken up in a cave somewhere.
There came a time when I wanted to be among the former class. I wanted to be taken