A premeditated trip with my little brother’s graduation in mind landed me in Washington, D.C. recently. And let me tell you, there is nothing I love more than a little M Street people watching in Georgetown. Amidst runners decked out in sports gear, this Fashionisto stood out to me. There was something about his raw sense of confidence and innate ability to rock a shirt (sans buttons) that gravitated me towards him.
Sometimes an outfit isn’t about the clothes themselves, but rather the person who is wearing them. This cool cat turned out to be an aspiring actor from smack dab right in the middle of the Sunshine State. He let me in on a little secret, none of the clothing that he was wearing was actually purchased himself. Everything that he was wearing were hand-me-downs gifted to him by close family and friends. That got me thinking, clothing can hold emotional ties, thus furthering our adoration for a piece. Like a cashmere sweater that you wear because it smells like your mom. A certain look can remind you of the first awkward movie date that you went on with the person that wound up being that love of your life. And sometimes we leave our shirts unbuttoned because, well, it’s too hot out not to.
This Fashionisto’s particular ensemble was a mixture of some perfectly fitting denim that his roommate had leant him and then never reclaimed, leather Western style ankle boots acquired after a brief love affair with a Portuguese girl whose brother had a horrible case of generosity and his grandfather’s velvet fedora, original scent included.