The Boots of Eternal Damnation

Well, ok, so I know this is a phase. But it is an extremely pleasant phase. I haven't been shopping for clothes for maybe six months. Last time I went shopping I bought some highly controversial shirts that only fitted my mood for maybe one month. If you look through my pics on this website or in the web albums, (http://picasaweb.google.com/DundeeExpat) you'll notice that mostly, I've been wearing the same bloody black sweater + jeans for almost two years now. They hit a nice peak a couple of months ago when their agedness kind of looked intentional and that went really well with white shoes and belt. But they're even past that now. I think today was the last time I wore them. Poor bastards.

I've been shopping again (added black party shirt to my new shirt collection). I was really looking for white shoes (the shoes to end all shoes) but instead encountered the Boots of Eternal Damnation (in a good way).
Now I'm not sure what to do. They are a little bit on the expensive side, so I'm not going to be able to buy these and the shoes to end all shoes. Which is a problem- they are boots. And they are black. First of all, I usually live in hot hot hot places. Boots in the summer? Maybe- if it's evening and I'm going bar-hopping or clubbing. I'm thinking I'll buy some sexy sandals anyway when that becomes appropriate. And secondly, they're black. Wouldn't it be nice with a pair of brown or white shoes to get some variety in my life? Why does everything have to be black?

Well, on the other side. Where are the shoes to end all shoes? I did find some really nice white shoes with strong tones of creamy brown. They were beautiful, but I'm a bit suspicious of anything too beautiful. I've still got bad memories from wearing my controversial shirts. They were beautiful, but pretty much the entire world has been united in condemning them. Great when you are feeling "fuck you, world!", less great when you don't. So I've clearly got bad taste on the more extravagant side. The Boots of Eternal damnation are not extravagant. They are Damned, and anyone who sees them will be Damned. No risk there at all. But wont they be a bit hot in the summer?

I deserve this glas of red wine

I had a deadline on Tuesday.
On Monday, after buying my white shirt to end all shirts, I sat down (in my new shirt) and decided not to stand up until I had written the most amazing report ever produced. That was at 9pm, and I didn't stand up again until 10am Tuesday morning. And with this, I officially reached the point where I established the platform for my v3 life. It was marked by the very deliverable I spent Tuesday night writing.

I had barely enough energy to go and buy two more shirts (nice shirts, but not as nice as the one I bought on Monday). I came back at lunch, fell asleep at 2pm and slept right through until 7.30am Wednesday. That's today. And I worked so nice today, i worked and worked and worked and didn't get back home until 9pm.

And you know what. The glass of red whine I am having right now is the best tasting red wine EVER had. There's something about deserving pleasure that makes it quite special.

P.S. Did I mention that I'm sitting in my favourite SF bar? I like working in cafes and bars. It makes me feel glamorous.
The reason I'm adding this P.S. is that the woman in front of me just told some man "I like you but I'm not in love with you. There is no future for us." I really like working in bars. Lot's of drama.

P.S.S. Oh... she was telling the man what some other man had told her. Less interesting. Move along, move along.

The suit to end all suits

Today I learned many things. I learned what a difference it makes to have 100 thread count in your shirts (I'm never going back). I learned that slim ties go with slim fitted suits (Doh!). I learned that the arm sleeves on my suit are too long (Doh! x2). I already knew that white is the mana of style- today I had it re-affirmed.

I also learned to be humble and to accept my place in the universe. Because today I encountered the suit to end all suit. Clearly from the same jungian unconsciousness that dreamed up the belt to end all belts, and the shoes to end all shoes. A strong shoulder line, three buttons and a very subtle creamy brown thread running between slightly more pronounced white threads in the rich dark grey fabric.

It is good to be reminded now and then just how far you have to go. Greed, vanity, desire- these are useful psychological fuels when rage and love run out.

$3800 Armani suit- one day you will be mine.

UPDATE!
Never mind the suit. I have found the shirt to end all shirts! I have never felt as dashingly handsome as I do in the shirt I bought today. Yes, it's white and it has thread count of 100. But I think there's something else about it, the cut. I don't have the understanding to explain why it's so good, but I know that I will go back tomorrow to the same shop and by at least three more. Question is- what is the ideal setup in terms of colours? After tonight the natural male instinct tells me to get three more white ones. But I know I need to fight that instinct. Maybe just one more white. And then maybe one more solid, I'm thinking solid pink. That's kind of controversial right? Then a stripey one with a purple undertone. What do you think, dear readers. If a man can only have four shirts (remember my life is limited to what can be fit in a 20kg suitcase), which colours should he go for? Should I even get one more white? Leave suggestions and know you have helped a man make one significant step towards happiness!

UPDATE #2, Wednesday 21 February
After all these fantastic tips from friends and family, I went back to the shop that stock the shirts to end all shirts. I asked whether they had a white in the same cut but with a slightly different pattern. I tried a few and found (one solid, one with alternate arrows up and down, one with waves) that none looked as fantastic as the one I had already bought.
"Why is that?" I asked, and the woman who was assisting me explained that the white shirt I was wearing had twirls, which made the fabric thicker without actually using thicker thread.
So, I decided twirls is the way to go. I couldn't bring myself to buying another pair of exactly the same shirt, so I found two nice colours, light blue and light salmon pink, tried them on and found that they fit me just as well as the white one. But something was still missing. Whereas white made me want to lock the door and spend an hour and do naughty things to myself while looking at myself in that magical white shirt, the blue and pink just made me feel... i don't know... like I was wearing a nice shirt and that was that. I ended up buying both shirts, since I had gone into that shop with the intention to buy at least two more shirts.

Well, I've learned two things.
One: shop with your heart, not your head. I over-analyzed the whole situation before going in there and made a logical decision to get more shirts from the same shop. I ended up coming out with two shirts that didn't make me feel special at all.
Two: my magical shirt, it's not one thing that makes it great. It's not that it's white, the twirls, the fit or the 100 thread count. It's the combination.

It makes me remember something a good friend of mine said when I agreed that a shirt she was trying on looked good.
"I don't want good. I want beautiful."

I'm going to go back and get myself another white shirt- EXACTLY like the one I have now.

P.S. I wore my blue shirt today to work. I looked good. I looked frigging good. Good ain't that bad ;-)

P.S.S. I've changed the tag of this post from desire to passion. I think that's more appropriate somehow.