"What's the good in living if you don't try a few things?"
Charles M. Schulz
Maybe it’s the copious cups of tea I have already consumed but I'm thinking, men who cut their own shapes, send me in a flurry. Jack White for one. I always thought of him as Johnny
Depp’s less good-looking brother. Now I do dig Johnny’s talents beyond the
obscene good looks but he probably doesn’t really exist. Ooohh, I feel better
already. I like the way ‘rock star celebrities’ can make the outmoded look so
nippy. Like when during an interview, Johnny crossing his legs, revealed his
socked toes sticking out atop his torn boots. Ah bless! Not to forget Jack’s
unmistakable mix of second skin, two-tone trousers or 50’s style Texan oil
baron suits topped with a mass of mangled black hair. It takes all sorts!
So these,
two angels of ethos have given me some confidence in stepping into the unknown.
Taking a leap of faith. Climbing the tree and looking out from the top.
I like men’s
clothing. Not so much wearing them but browsing them while out shopping. It’s
interesting to see how far you can push men’s style without actively infringing
on one’s integrity. While growing up through the grunge years of the 90’s, I
would be known to break into my Dad’s wardrobe taking stripey tops and torn
thermals on music festival outings. The craic was good, the mud was sticky and
I looked a mess! Thankfully, my style has somewhat improved, however, I still
harp after creating the ‘perfect’ men’s wardrobe. Meanwhile, Sibling London are
doing they damn best at taking Men’s Knitwear to extreme and beautiful heights.
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