For the past couple of days I wore my New Langton Arts t-shirt. A black Gap pocket t (we had a member of the extended Fisher family on our board who was able to get us a deal) with an image of a hand holding a flame on the back. I designed it about 22 years ago, and have been wearing ever since. There’s I don’t know if it’s quite the oldest piece of clothing I own, but it’s up there.
When Phil first moved in with me he told me “I can’t believe the number of black t-shirts you have! It’s ridiculous!” I probably have more now. It’s surprising to see that my basic uniform has stayed the same for almost thirty years: black straight leg jeans, black t-shirt, some version of running shoes, usually New Balance (I started buying them in the 70s because they have my initials on them). It’s not like I haven’t wandered down some other paths of fashion over the years, but that’s what I’ve always come back to. If everyone stopped manufacturing black jeans I’d be at a complete loss. I hate the cut of most khakis and dress slacks, and bluejeans, as ubiquitous as they have become, cannot be dressed up enough to pass muster in every situation.
During my time here, The pairs of jeans I brought with me have sat in the closet however, because they’ve seemed a little too severe for the beach environment. So it’s been the two pairs of cargo shorts, in endless rotation for the past couple of weeks. And of course the t-shirts. Yesterday I caught view of myself in the mirror and thought “Is this really age appropriate? Am I just looking like a tool?” But you know, it may just be too late to change now.
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