I am not one to duck responsibility, but this time I'm assigning blame for my wardrobe choices to my former consultant Yusef. Too many snarky remarks from friends about my Eurotrash look. Too much suede and leather.
My image should be casual elegance. Clooney, Grant, Pierce Brosnan. See this ensemble? My plaid wool shirt jacket effectively sets off my gray zip up sweater, which in turn matches my gray corduroy slacks. Of course my sneakers are white and gray.
No bling, no tattoos, no nose ring. no hipster hat. Plain white underwear. Trust me on that.
My clothes say I'm the guy you can share secrets, have a drink with.
No, you can't touch my corduroy. My casual elegance is to be admired from afar.
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