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They Call Me Mellow Yellow
With respect to one’s persona, it might be said that each one of us is a particular shade of a very eclectic color wheel. Some can stand alone as a self-righteous, opaque royal blue; while others linger in the background, a neutral, ‘Sorry, I’m not good with crowds’ beige. Some reek of a brown, relaxed, levelheadedness and others practically drown you as a bubbly, ‘Omg! Like, no.’ fuchsia.
‘I’m definitely burgundy.’ ‘Really? I pegged you as more of a sea foam green.’ More often than not, the colors we think we are don’t always align with the choices of those close to us. Like me, in my head I’m most definitely a bright, lively orange. A hilariously funny, vibrant, soaked-to-the-bone with vigor shade of orange; underlined with a slight hue of red meant to represent my obvious passion for life and all its pleasantries.
But those who know me well would probably say I’m more likely to top my rigatoni with Ragu instead of trying the new Italian place; they’d recall my use of some variant of the same toothpaste since before there was internet, my excitement for the week as spending the day in the chair rather than the couch and my witty rebuttals as often coming 7 minutes to late.
Truth be told, I’m less of an adventurous, grab-the-day-by-it’s-motherf%&#ing-throat orange and more of a laid-back, dry-humored, ‘I can’t do Thursday, there’s a new episode of Homeland’ yellow; I’m a mellow yellow. And those who know and love me don’t feel as such because I’m an overzealous, energetic shade of orange, they feel that way because I’m a mellow yellow that thinks I am.
Vintage leather jacket / Vintage yellow t / American Apparel sweater / American Apparel slacks
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Leather Details
If I was to develop a hierarchy of fabrics, measured of course by the frequency with which they appear on my body, a quick guesstimate would land leather at number three; right behind denim and plaid. It’s one of those things that I tend to do less in bulk and more so in the details of a manfit (Outfit for men. (Do I need to keep doing this?)).
From the top down we see the first hint of leather in my hat, albeit not visible in the prior photo it very much exists. There’s a rather peculiar place in Toronto called Honest Ed’s. It’s essentially a giant two-block discount store and it happens to be the birth place of this guy. Although, I stole it from my man-friend who was gifted it by my old roommate, I think (if not, sorry Shannon, I/we stole your hat.). Some might say hand-me-down, I prefer the exchange of a quality good.
Next, we hit a leather shoulder patch and complimentary collar detail. This corduroy leather combination came to me by way of thrift and I was nothing short of pleased when it did.
You may recognize this American Apparel coin murse from such hits as Wittle Weather Wawwet. He/she is back and making a cameo in what could be consider a prequel-seqeual to Wittle Weather Wawwt, Leather Details. This time around we see him/her in they’re natural habit, the ass pocket.
Also of American Apparel descent is this Casio timekeeper or “watch” as they sometimes call it. Truth be told this watch does less time keeping and more looking fine since it’s run in with the gym floor (Humblebrag-I go to the gym. Or at least went. Once.). Who needs time, anyhow. It’s just something society created to make us feel shitty about missing birthdays and anniversaries.
Last, but certainly not feet, are these vintage woven leather Wranglers courtesy of Elsie’s here in the great city of Haligonia.
And there you have it. A trip through my manfit via details of the leather variety. We take in so much bulk stimuli these days that the little things often go unnoticed. So, I’m dedicating this post to the sartorial minorities. To the details!
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I’m back and I’m short
Attention to the masses: I was away but have now returned in, what I like to think, is my full sartorial glory. You might be wondering, ‘Hey Jamie, why were you gone for so long?’ Well friends, it’s because, as I alluded in previous posts, I moved cities and started a new job. Yeehaw, me.
Enough about that, though. Let’s talk about what we’re really here for: used clothing and awkward selfies. Growing up a smaller than normal human has led to me developing an affinity for all things tiny. So, when the weather got hawt and I was sweating near every orifice, I did what any self-respecting man would do: cut my jeans yolo short and bought an obnoxiously thin jacket.
Once you get past the angelic nature of my noggin, a result of what I’m now realizing is less than head positioning, do take notice to the shortness of my jacket.
Rest easy friends, I have returned.
Vintage track jacket. Levi’s cuttoffs. Old white t. Birks.
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