Currently I am gutting my closet and chest o’ drawers. My personal style is now that of a used-up rock ‘n roll-disco slob. My look? Really pitiful. I am mirroring a drab, sexless, dusty corpse wandering a vacant insane asylum. Nothing matches. When it’s freezing out, I have nothing proper to cover myself with. I’ve got hobo undergarments and crappy mallrat footwear. What happened to me?!
I am going minimalist. This will be a first for me. I feel the look commands respect, that it is easy to put together, it is possibly roomy and comfortable and will [maybe] get me a date. Minimal is sharp, edgy and looks like money.
Smell the come-up.