The goal of this page is to become a digital playground, where i talk about current electronic/computer trends, toys, and news. There is still a little bit to work on with this page, the front page is pretty much finished, so now i have this to work on, before i can call this site a wrap.

Anyway, as of now, this is little more then a test…. sooo, test test test.. ~s


…and for those of you that don’t like to read — much — here is your treat, enjoy. ;)~s


Fashion is Addicting: Part I

Ok, so I figured since I haven’t really worked on the site lately, the least I could do would be to write an entry. So for all of you reading this, you have my random scatter-brained mind to thank for the proceeding expose of my dip into the massive vortex that is fashion.

New Years Eve. Archie (Benetton: Cashmere Turtleneck, Sisely:Jacket, Banana Republic: Jeans, Cole Hann: shoes) and Sterling (Banna Republic: Tie, Sisely: Cashmere Sweater and Slacks, Geoffery Bean: Shirt, Steve Madden: Shoes)Since about Christmas time I decided, on another whim like this one, that I wanted to change the way I dress. Much of this is thanks to two things, hanging out in downtown Chicago for days on end and a few of my friends looking better then me — no, really, I’m not that anal, I just don’t like feeling or looking outclassed. Regardless, the second I put on clothes that *fit* me, my body style and my personality, it was like getting an instant surge of joy.

You can chalk this up to being superficial, but I could really care less, it feels damn good to look damn good, so good that you impress yourself just for wearing it. There’s only one problem, looking good is expensive, and it takes time. Far more time and money then I’m used to spending on clothes (this was obviously when I thought clothes were just clothes though, and they most certainly aren’t and have never been ‘just’ clothes). I’m quite sure that it was my acceptance of spending an excess in both of these two categories that I realized I think I’ve become addicted to it, but the transformation really wasn’t that surprising (more on that later). I’ve always valued money through what it truly is, a means to make your life happier; therefore, placing an importance on buying things that make you look and feel good is not being “superficial,” it is called living, and living for your own happiness. Fuck anyone who hates on people for doing that, then again most of my friends aren’t even close to being that naive, so it’s not something I’m concerned with. Simply felt I’d quickly address that misnomer before judgment began to kick in.

So after presents at Christmas time, and my birthday, and a few crazy shopping trips, all of a sudden I’ve got a new wardrobe, yet it’s still not enough. It’s like once you start looking for the next hot thing you’re going to wear, the search becomes endless. Never completely satisfied with everything you have, you always want more — gotta’ love that American ideal, I think I hold it highest above all others.

I’m not rich, never have been, but I will be, but I have to be in the future, with the way I like to spend money. Example you say? How about walking into the Armani Exchange store and spending 400 dollars on a jacket (a really crazy dope perfect jacket in color and fit for my body) and two pairs of jeans (ridiculously trendy, but again, look damn good). This was on a day I wasn’t planning to spend money, so imagine the days I intend to, such is life; I mean “difficult,” by that.

Now me liking fashion is nothing new. I place a large amount of importance of aesthetic beauty, then impression and quality of it. Now most humans have some amount of desire for fresh looking things, but not all of care about that aspect in everything. My brain studies and analyzes things that look good, it’s like complete playtime for me when I see something that looks so attractive to me, be it: art, people, pictures, clothes, interior designs, architecture, furniture, cars and the like. In fact, to a point, I crave beauty, color coordination, proper accents, accessories and proper placement. So when you apply this ideal to clothes, you can see where the ideal can transform into obsession. Maybe obession is too strong of a word, I shall replace it with ‘serious hobby’.

People often say, it’s not the clothes but how they’re worn, and actually, it’s both. You can put the hottest clothes you’ve ever seen on a person, and if the person isn’t confident enough to ware it, they go to waste and can often look ugly. So there is a level of mental preparation that goes in fashion that is rarely even mentioned or talked about. This is partly what has started annoying me about people telling me what I can wear to different places or events. If I’m confident and comfortable enough to rock my clothing the way I like, to the places I like, how can you say an outfit is inappropriate for the occasion? (No i’m not talking about extremes, no tuexedos to the theme park, and no shorts and t-shirts to board meetings)

As many of my friends know, I feel no shame in public, it often takes something close to a nuclear bomb to dent my level of confidence in myself. Yes, I can wear a tie bowling, yes I’ll rock a $500 jacket to simply chill at my friend’s house, and no, I don’t mind wearing a hat during dinner.

But it’s all good fun. If you think I look good, I appreciate it, if you don’t, you’re entitled to your opinion, and I simply think you’re wrong. So if you see me on the street, mentioning the threads isn’t a bad idea. :-P Until part II, holler at cha’ boy. ~s