Shirting the issue

Last night I decided to give the new H&M downtown another chance. The one other time I browsed through there was a bit of a disappointment. But on this more recent outing I got two great dress shirts, cut slim, which I like. (I think all men, of whatever size, would look a million times better if they just wore clothes that fit properly. Look around; most don’t. This Queer Eye moment is brought to you by Starbucks toffee nut latte. Enjoy! No, no Disaronno at work.) And my newly acquired shirts have bolder designs than I’m used to, which is good–my wardrobe has slowly gotten blander over the past couple of years and can use a jolt of color and pattern. By the way, Thom took one look at them, and let me know, “Oh, I’ll be borrowing those.” Heh. We’re practically the same size. Convenient, eh?

So today I’m wearing one of them, thinly striped in a multi-colored variation on the theme of red and black, and very night-on-the-town-ish. (They did have it in blue too, but not in my size, so maybe I’ll check out the Georgetown location soon.) And I’m listening to some Josh Wink on the discman (CD loan courtesy of Adam), so I’m feeling quite catwalk-fabulous.