no way! it might be a little early (cold) to crack into the polo shirt archives but i’m breaking these pants out into the rotation this week. they’re winter’s “go to hell” pant. you guy will kill it.
no way! it might be a little early (cold) to crack into the polo shirt archives but i’m breaking these pants out into the rotation this week. they’re winter’s “go to hell” pant. you guy will kill it.
winter whites, winner blues.
took advantage of the sun today despite the temperature. and i rediscovered these pants in my closet surrounded by linen shirts and cotton ties. took a quick glance outside (neighbors got the pantless show, brought to them commercial free via me) and decided to give them an off season go. shot over to the park after a quick errand or two downtown and snapped off a couple shots.
found the pants a few years ago on a j.crew outlet sale rack, $14 if i remember correctly. aces. (haha, aces..) they’re a bit looser around the calf than i am accustom to but i really like the wrinkled look with these, cuts some of the wide taper and donates an interesting texture. i’m not much for folding clothing anyway, i dig wrinkles.
finally got cold, now i’m dressing for the warmth.
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jacket via johnnie b
jacket via levis
shirt via j.crew
henley via club monaco
pants via j.crew outlet
socks via gap
shoes via florsheim
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place yourself in someones shoes, try to understand, figure it out and rationalize how they’ll feel. but remember that you’re whats ultimately important - then make your decision.
it’s great your still celebrating each other despite the passing of the valentines day. regardless, i think “master of the kitchen” is a bit of a stretch but i’ll see what i can come up with it:
it might be that i did a shoot over by the providence river today, or that it was so sunny, or that i for some reason think all chicks dig seafood but i can’t pull my mind off scallops.
seared diver scallops (something like this) and a nice buttery chardonnay w/ citrus notes ($12) then bang out some light herb’d (rosemary, parsley, tiny bit of mint) risotto and some steamed asparagus. use a bit of the wine to deglaze scallop pan, add butter, lemon juice = sauce.
the dinner is really about her, almost everyone should be, but this one especially. make what she likes, what you know you won’t screw up and then surprise her with something unexpected…
like raspberry & mint citrus champagne garnished w/ candied rose petal.
(muddled raspberry & mint in fresh juiced orange, add prosecco ($9-10), top with candied rose petal)
shouldn’t run you too much more than $50 all inclusively. you’ll have lots of left over risotto and probably some vegetable for a killer reheat lunch. if this doesn’t work out for you, shoot me an email over at threadandsalt@gmail.com and i’ll ramble off some other culinary nonsense.
best of luck man, be safe cookin’ & uhh.. yeah “cooking”
First, congrats on the interview. They’re a good company and from what i can gather (similar to any industry) if the existing crew at the store is a good group of people - you’ll probably enjoy the job. they’re a company with a focus on fit and a certain style - some of which i’ve incorporated into my personal garb.
from what i can gather, the male staff at j.crew is either head-to-toe mannequin status, or ill-fitted-got-this-job-from-a-connection-bro. find your balance, you’ve obviously inquired which leads me to assume you have a decent grasp on the basics and i can deduce from the punctuation in your question that you’re not a idiot.
regarding WTW: i’d wear a nice fitted pair of denim, good shoes and your best fitted shirt. avoid wearing exclusively j.crew but don’t omit any of the above if they happen to be made by the company. navy blazer (fitted, fitted, fitted) with something fun in your pocket - use your creativity. don’t get carried away with details (often my problem) but show your personality.
don’t bring a bag, wear a watch and dishevel your hair a bit before entering but don’t use a mirror.
kill it man, i’ll see you near the sale isle.
shirt, shirt & tie.
had to inject some class, remember i owned some ties and stay up on my tucked game. remove the shoe trees, put on some fun socks and hit the playground.
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shirt via club monaco
tie via j.crew
shirt via j.crew
belt via gap
pants via rogue territory
socks via gap
shoes via to boot new york
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if you cut corners, don’t leave jagged edges…
right shoe: birth year penny
left shoe: 2012 penny.
photo credit: mrdanger
stride forward, but the past will always follow.
thanks for the compliments my man. my florsheims are the veblen model after rigorous wear. one of my favorite shoes without a doubt. takes a bit to break them in, but they’re nice and comfortable and don’t break the bank (too much).
after a few months i grew bored with the (somewhat cheap looking) laces and swapped them out for a pair of j.crew laces i found in-store for $4 - it was a perfect upgrade and compliment to the shoe.
solid shoe.
our immediate past colliding with our immediate being.
the ultimate double breasted jacket: chef’s coat.
although this item is infamously dexter-splattered with pomodoro sauce or scorched and torched at the sleeves it deserves it’s moment of acknowledgment. useful, durable, sharp; a chef’s jacket is meant for work - hard work. and while the textile composition seen above may not boast practicality, please allow it to act as a refreshing remembrance to a specific element of fashion seemingly forgotten.
i am always envious of a chef’s ability to transform himself at a guest’s sporadic request. seamlessly leaving the world of flames, sweat and creation and stepping into one of eatable respect. reversing his jacket buttons to a clean crisp appearance and wiping his brow to the same effect. entering a dining room muffling mishandled silverware and table chatter, he is the target, this is his stage. the chef’s coat his costume, offering him a second introduction - his culinary creations the first. this is his formal attire, this is his shirt and tie.
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blazer via theory
chef’s coat via chefworks
pants via rogue territory
shoes via allen edmond
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sometimes, being out of place - is the right place to be.