The good man Thomas has seen fit to add me to the “editorial team” here, as he likes to call it. Like that old fool Socrates, my first confession must be, “oh, dear Agora of fashion, I know nothing of fashion.”
In this case, it’s true. It’s only in the last 6 months that I can tie a tie unaided. Seriously.
Until very recently, I was what you might call a victim of spending my Friday nights editing
.ini files instead of scheming how to further The Man agenda with The Ladies. That is, I was a severe geek.
Of late — over the past 5-6 years — my dear wife has done much to reform me. Not having any inner gauge of fashion, I have no idea what the progress is. Sansei The Wife seems to find new things frequently.
That said, I can proffer several tips and learning that have been passed down to me. And, I enjoy being snarky, which seems to fit around these parts.
Top of my mind at the moment are two things:
Halloween! Coming fast is Halloween. As geek adults, you know what this means:
That’s right: you’ll eventually have to come up with some costume to wear. I had a bit of a Halloween costume tragedy a few years ago when I couldn’t find gray hair color and thought silver would do. The result was a robo-Hemmingway look. Yow!
The question here is balancing that fine line between “yeah, I know how to install anti-virus software” and “one of the programmers came as a tentacle.” Yeah. It’s a mine-field.
It’s Fall/Winter! This means jackets, coats, and sweaters and, as I understand it, dark clothes. The problem for geek fashion here is that the jacket wagon is wide open, even accepting of what I’d call hipster-ware.
I recall walking the streets of New York several years ago in February and marveling at all the black, wool thigh-length coats all the dashing folks wore. They look sharp, you bet: but, come on, the geek ware thing is more about peacock than fitting in.
At any rate, the agenda item here is to get some good snaps of jackets, coats, and warm-covering combos that work and don’t work in geek-land. Feel free to send them in. I’m awaiting the short-sleave, conference shirt over the long-sleave shirt look: geek fashion straight outta the back wall at Target, buddy!
Get my hair did. A few years ago, my friendly fashion advisor (see above) told me I needed to start using hair-gel. I had no idea what this meant and, indeed, feared it. I still have no idea what I’m doing in the morning when I stick a bunch of sticky goop in my hand and mess it up in my hair. Pursuant to that ineptness, I’ve decided I should take a picture of the resulting mess everyday and see what evolves.
In addition to displaying my own ineptness with “product,” I’ll be on the lookout for those who’re more skilled than I.
Enough of this meta-content. Onto something real.