It's almost inherent in me that I apply some factor of a slouch to everything in immediate radius. Actually, being that I can't manipulate matter, I realistically mean everything on my person. Back bends, slightly oversized sweaters, and such should be inscribed as subtext on my nameplate but I don't want to give the impression that I'm close to contracting scoliosis. Chest up. Shoulders back. That's better... Suffice it to say that a visual snap taken during menswear week of one London boy clad in, well, "slightly oversized"everything drew me to spew personal commentary on both personal style and medical maladies. The latter is a strung-out exaggeration of bad posture, in all honesty. Oh, how the secrets spill out.
photo cred: tommy ton
Navy and white reinforce my summer focus. The shirt slouch reinforces my whole point. What can I say? I'm drawn to the more relaxed aesthetic, so much so that I favor it as my own modicum of style. I wouldn't go as far as saying that laziness dominates even the sartorial aspects of my life, but rather that an undone appeal is far more...appealing. Some call it banal, I consider it an intrigue.