Welcome back to yet another post, another toast, but most importantly another riposte to a question whose answer is infinite no matter to whom it is posed; “Why do you do what you do?”. Now for some, a question like this can send them spiraling out of control on an opium crazed binge to “Superjail“. As for me, I’m not exactly sure how to answer the question, but I know sex is definitely part of the answer. Sex is part of nature, and I go along with all things nature (especially when she’s 5’5” 115lbs and from Jamaica). She is the reason why I do what I do. She is the queen and the queen’s pride is my ship.
Now before this ship sets sail, as Captain, I demand from myself a wardrobe fashionable enough to escort the queen. Which means that in no time I can be found spinning around and around like a whirling dervish trying on outfits with the precision of quick-change magicians. Until finally, after the tornado settles, my wardrobe will be conceived. Suede bucks…check, chinos…check, shirt…check, necktie in a military tuck…check. A military what? A military tuck. That’s when a tie is folded into the shirt usually between the 2nd and 3rd buttons. The style is rarely seen out on the streets. That being the case, it’s uncommon existence also plays a role as to why I do what I do. Afterall, setting myself apart fashionably is the before play thats before the foreplay that starts with a kiss on her hip bone.
Pamella Roland Fall 2011. Feeling the music, the grey pant in the opening look, the 2nd model’s swagger, hated all that red.
Fashion Word-Em-Up: Being one of a kind means your automatically the best in the world at what you do.