In these times of sartorial over-exposure it’s simply not enough to buy a designer suit and slap on an expensive watch, because money doesn’t buy class. Every rapper with a #1 single from the last 10 years has an Armani suit, a glovebox full of spanking new Rolexes, and still manage to look styled by their mother. How they wrangle their music video hot tub parties is beyond me.
The old what you wear vs how you wear it. It’s as black and white as the guy in the Turnbull & Asser shirt next to the guy who’s wearing the tee he got 3 for 10 at Jay Jay’s. Today I was wondering how a dood such as myself with skinny wrists can wear a watch without rocking a full shirt and avoid looking like the latter nube. The answer is man accessories, which should be a staple of all guys. We all have that mate that rocks rings, ties, bracelets, etc (not at the same time as that sounds a bit bent) to a T and nobody can pull them up on it.
For now this means some Kiel James Patrick nautical wrist business and a preferably 60s/70s material Patek Philippe, Breitling, or Rolex (watch is on lay away).
That’s doin it right.
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