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Recently, via a Facebook status, a friend pointed out the origin of the word nostalgia. It’s apparently a compound of the Greek words nóstos meaning homecoming and álgos meaning pain. Needless to say I’ve been nóstos-álgosing all over the place since the conclusion of Seven Days of Wool. While both a week and a trend are ephemeral by nature, the nostalgia of the two continue for quite sometime.

Completing a sartorially themed week garners a certain feeling of pride. I had managed to produce seven similar, yet different outfits all revolving around one fabric: wool; each day forced to be a little more creativity than the last. To date, I’ve spent a collective two weeks dressing via theme and if nothing else I’ve learned the advantageous qualities of guidelines; that is, their ability to facilitate some level of creativity.

Generally when wondering what shirt, shoe or sweater will inspire the subsequent articles, I draw from thin air. I rarely give myself any sort of guidelines; I walk around my room, put something on and snap a selfie. Seven Days, however, has been a sort of launching pad for, if for nothing else, the ease of getting dressed.

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Day Seven – Seven Days of Wool

The time has come when we must say goodbye to a woolderful week of man sweaters. We laughed, we cried, we saw me in camou, it was a week filled with ups and downs. Although, as the saying goes, when one door closes, another one opens you try buttoning all the way for the first time. That’s right, I’ve taken the privileged of using day seven to break my button hymen.

I’ve never been able to fully get behind the tight-necked trend. I guess I always thought it screamed prep (or kept you from screaming anything at all) and in an over-saturated preppy, ultra-tailored male blogosphere, I had no interest in being another polo among the masses, metaphorically speaking. I pride myself as being both a man interested fashion and a blogger that isn’t posting a myriad of ties, tweed jackets and oxford shoes. And what is buttoning all the way if not one step from a tie.

I’m of course aware that a large part of men’s fashion is in fact all of those things; that the whole shebang might have very well started with a sports jacket. But I’m also aware that men’s fashion is evolving; that the limits of what a man can wear and more recently, what a man can blog about, aren’t just those things. It’s a combination of sportswear, casual, nontraditional cuts, unorthodox textures and fabrics, the whole lot.

I’m by no means saying that I don’t enjoy wearing a blazer here and there, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s been a stint of time that I wore one more often than not; but it’s not the way I dress everyday and it’s not what I want to see day after day, post after post in the blogs I frequent. It could simply be that I’m frequenting the wrong blogs. But it might also be the somewhat normative notion that in order to be a male fashion blogger, you have to write about and consistently wear suits, tie clips and crisply ironed button downs.

With all of that being said, I decided I liked buttoning all the way. I think this particular button down lends itself well to such an event.

This is my two cents folks. What’s yours?

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Day Six – Seven Days of Wool

Albeit, the days are sporadic, they are no less woolderful. Today for instance, includes characteristics such as: a popped collar with leather detail, thrifted wool and a reversed DIY-collared denim jacket. While the following has little to do with my outfit for day six and more to do with the prospect of me living in a box come January – I’m nevertheless about to vent on the difficulty of finding living quarters in Toronto whilst currently living in Halifax.

I’ll call, we’ll chat, several pictures will be exchanged, a monetary email will be sent and voila, I’ll be sheltered for the winter months; if only. The difficulty in the process of ensuring both myself and my manfriend aren’t spending the winter months getting in touch with nature can easily be equated to the difficulty of looking at this and not feeling bad for everyone involved. EXTREMELY difficult.

What has been several months in the making has now gone beyond solely affecting my living situation to chipping away at my self-worth. I’m beginning to wonder if it isn’t the scarcity of apartments but the dullness of my voice? volume of emails? or maybe the hyperbolic nature of my approach, i.e. ’I'm OVERJOYED at the sight of your apartment’, ‘My heart beats to your apartment’s drum’, ‘Your one bedroom fills a hole in the depths of my being incomparable to another inanimate object.’ that’s leading to an unprecendented number of no’s, sorry’s and get-away-me’s.

Just today I received an email that said, in its whole, ‘Not the way it works.’ If giving you an outrageous amount of money to live in an apartment that may or may not be large enough to house my collection of plaid, not to mention me, isn’t the way this works than I’m at a loss for words. When did finding somewhere to sleep and watch Homeland become so difficult? With that being said, if anyone has suggestions of places to look, or even better a penthouse condo in downtown Toronto free of charge, I’m all ears.

Also, day six.

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