i wouldnt say that i have a particular style, i usually wear jeans , new balances or steve maddens and a tshirt or polo shirt when im hanging with friends or around town, out to a bar maybe a long sleeve colored shirt.
I usually spike my hair and i’m semi-clean shaving, mostly because i can’t grow a full beard.
When I go downtown it’s standard jeans, collared shirt… but if not I’m probably wearing basketball related stuff, especially shorts… I love b-ball shorts cause… well I’m 6’7 and they’re long Once I’m done school/b-ball I’ll prolly switch it up a bit… but until then I can hide behind the jock stereotype to be feel comfy
I hate thinking about what to wear, and I hate shopping for stuff to wear. The last time I went shopping (besides picking up a band shirt once, and updating the holy tennies) was before I started back up smoking… I wouldn’t be surprised it if it was, like… two years ago. I don’t agonize over what to wear, 'cause every top goes with every bottom (as far as I can tell, anyway).
My wardrobe (if you could call it that) (you can see I am “organized”):
shoes: new balance (always on sale) for work, and black skechers (a decade old) for eating out or whatever.
pants = jeans (not grossly costly).
shirts = horizontal multi-color thin stripes or solid dark color, or some band.
dresses/skirts/accessories/girlie stuff = nada.
jacket = black
socks = the kind that come in a bag. some black (for the skechers)… some white (for the new balance)…
My fashion tip: k.i.s.s. (not really)
To some kids who pick their food out of garbage dumps, I’m f’ckin’ stylin’.
Hot as all hell over here at the moment, so I’m down to my (rather slinky) underwear… Beads of sweat running down my rippling pecs, to drip [size=75][plink][/size] onto the keyboard…
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As a totally fabulous American Capitalist, I wear whatever clothing took the longest to manufacture by the indigenous peoples of Mexico, for the lowest wages paid to the indigenous peoples of Mexico. That way, not only can I rest assured that their day at work was long and hard, but also that they don’t get to buy a whole loaf of bread that evening.
What, you thought I would rather be mocked by the upper class for wearing cheap clothing than taking advantage of a few exploited foreigners? You must be crazy. Remember, I might claim that I have morals, that I’m compassionate toward all people, and that I’m conservative in my life-style, but in reality I’m a piece of hipocritical shit.
Anyway, check out my new Tommy Hilnigger shirt! Its da bling-bling, for rizzle. You wouldn’t believe how many bubble-headed bleach-blonds I can pick up at the club while wearing this shirt. Between the sexually explicit and suggestive music pounding in the back-ground and a few cheap beers, I get 'em in the sack in no time. See, the shirt means that I have money, and money means that I am valuable and intelligent and hard working. In other words, I’m respectable. What, you thought I would actually tell those women that I’m a fucking disgrace to humanity? You must be crazy. Remember, I might claim that I take pride in my desk-job, and that I work hard, and that I’m an important asset to society, but in reality I’m a piece of hipocritical shit.
Oh, and by the way, I bought this shirt with my credit card. So as long as I make a minimal payment each month, Tommy Hilnigger will let me have it in advance because thirteen cents a day for the indigenous person who made won’t cut into his pocket.
Its perfect! I love America. We are so fucking hip!
I wear workout clothes, unless I have a gig and in that case I have an array of sexy black dresses. I wear the same pair of black heels that usually get kicked off under my piano the moment I arrive. I hate shoes. I have a habit of buying them, collecting them, and then kicking them off.
Jeans, if I can zip them - thus, the workout clothes.