yesterday, me and my mans went to get him a new wardrobe due to his breakup with his longtime girl of 10 years or so. and lemme tell you, what he was workin with was atrocious. quicksilver button ups and some fucking quicksilver jeans.
oh. hell. no.
you catch yourself a good bird, a steady job, and your style goes down the shitter. exhibit A would be my mans slick.
it was a good 10 years, but people grow apart ya dig? in that time, fashions passed him up, as did a shitload of other things. now he's back to single livin and he enlisted yours truly to help him increase the swag. i was truly honored. that's my main dude so i offered him my services free of charge. cuz when the squad is out, we all gotta step correct or step behind the ones thats doin it correctly.
900 bucks, a pair of seven, rock n republic, and paper denim jeans, 4 slim cut button up shirts and three striped ralph lauren polos as well as two pairs of some casual shoes, and my mans was good to go, word to retro eye for the swagless guy.
yes, my wardrobe has slipped a bit since i found a queen, but i sure as hell aint leavin the house lookin offpoint. i just need this blog to keep record if i ever do start dressing like a herbert because of a relationship.
men dress to catch women, then it all goes to hell then they do catch em. aint that a bitch.
nothing wrong with wearing nice things, just prioritize first.
and remember folks, it costs money to look money.
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