I don’t spend much time looking at blogs on the internet, and its not necessarily that I wouldn’t like to, its pretty much just because I don’t have time to. Now if you know me at all, you know I have a thing for beautiful women, fashion, clothing, and more importantly style, all of which I can be found on a blog I do check from time to time called The Sartorialist.
I think that there is so many dimensions of art, and I think the way a person picks out their wardrobe can be a cool extension of personal artistic sensibility or lack there of. Now please don’t get me wrong, I don’t consider myself a clothing expert in anyway, or a exceptional dresser, I just have a side of me that sees a form of art in it.
Quick back story. When I was a kid my mom made my clothes or got them from thrift stores, or I got hand-me-downs from my older brother. So now me being older, a working adult, I don’t find it that hard to match my shoes to my shirts from time to time. You see because when I was a kid I didn’t have the choice. So you mother fucking rich kid tattooers that didn’t ever have to worry about looking silly in your older brothers jeans, that were 4 inches too short for you because you were way taller then him, can stop asking “why does Luke try to dress all spiffy and shit” …that and Dave Gibson use to tell me “if you want to do expensive tattoos, you gotta look like your worth it”