As I looked at the pile of assorted menswear on the floor, I had the fleeting thought that the dungeon of dark disease had opened a pop-up annex up in my crib. But, it fleeted quickly because it was everything that I need to shift because I'll never wear it again where I'm going.
Do I put it all in Goodwill/Sally Ann/Value Village donation boxes to have the best dressed trash in town? or to haul it with me and sell to budding i-Gents. I'm thinking donate the clothing and accessories and flog the shoes. Dunno. I'm leaving tomorrow so I have time to think when I return to do the final pack up.
I'll keep my DB suits and some odd jackets, which will only be worn for special occasions. Even the tweedy prof look is too formal for this frontier community. Just as urban corporate has its dress codes, so does a place like this. A suit or odd jacket means I am from south and will be returning south shortly. I was CEO of a health and social services authority in the arctic. Hospital and everything. Wore merino wool mock or turtleneck jumpers, wool trousers and crappy shoes.
Monks, Polo coats, oxfords, and seven-folds are no longer relevant. SWD, workwear, and Gorpcore are. Bye, bye St. Crispin's, Gravati, Vass U-last and other non-butch lasts. Hello Ironheart, 3Sixteen, the Flat Head.
Bespoke? See ya, Giovanni. MTM, MTO? Sleeping bags, parkas and shearling chelseas.