My favourite colour is blue. But if
you look at my wardrobe most of my clothes in there are black and white. Lots
of camouflage clothes too. Enough to be noticed.
I love my white shirts. I have one
of the best collections of white shirts. Stop. No I am not talking about a
footballers perception of shirts. My collection has been accumulated over
years, always from a sale. For one, I got them from all over the world. Sri
Lanka, USA, England, Singapore and India. GAP, Banana Republic, and All Saints
are a majority of them. I think there’s just one Kenzo I got in Singapore. That
was because I just wanted to treat myself that day.
I must have easily have over fifty
of them now. Some forgotten and hiding away in drawers’ long unexplored. From
the tremendously funky to gentlemen’s everyday wear. Button up collars, no
collars all collar shapes, in white, yep I got em.
Why a post about your clothes you
must think now. White shirts in particular. Yes, it could be a white
handkerchief too, also which I have many of. Underwear? Always black, or camo.
See what I was thinking of was how
much perception adds to the value of everyday stuff in individual viewpoints.
I would think it’s a big fail to
have a collection of designer white shirts. There is far more emotion in mine.
Where it borders on uber sick.
Would my perception fail if I did
have enough to purchase designer shirts. Of course. Then I would go to Jermaine
Street, choose the 100% cotton fabric myself, and have them done bespoke. With
my name in silk thread on every pocket.
The same material would be used for
some boxer shorts too.
Of course getting a whole white
Linen collection stitched is essential.
Never Linen pants though. Tip, white Linen pants are totally gay. Unless
your David Beckham or Brad Pitt.
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