critical condition
in the past year and a few weeks we have had a constant stream of doctors standing at the front of a lecture hall, attempting to impart some undoubtedly important facet of medicine upon us. they have stood at the front of the lecture hall clicking through power points. they have stood at the front of the lecture hall reading through lists. they have stood at the front of the lecture hall scrawling on chalk boards. up until now, they have stood at the front of the lecture hall sporting a range of vestmental atrocities. not a wide range, mind, since there is only so much room for maneuvering between ugly and atrocious. fashion was in critical condition.
but yesterday the reign of ill-fitting trousers, $15 shirts and $10 ties ended. the chalk-covered, missing-button, tattered blazer was banished. the saviour of style arrived in a glory of spread collars and french cuffs. he fearlessly blazed into the classroom, side vents flowing open behind him. brown shoes with his grey suit? he hath brought it. voluptuous tie knot with perfect dimple? hallelujah, the redeemer is here. this sartorial jesus arrived today and stood before us. I am here to save you, said his contrast collar and cuffs. I am here to deliver you from the underdressed heathen, said the glimmer of his cufflinks. and he wore it all with confidence and he wore it all with panache. and we were saved.
praise be to fashion.
8 comments:
simon
next time he comes into class, why don't you scream like a schoolgirl in excitement? oh wait, you already did that....
your tone's pretty impressive there simon...almost Dickensian - i smell a book deal....
dear anonymous, you sound like a liar, and probably a lowbrow. do you eat at chain restaurants like swiss chalet with great frequency?
dear luke, book deal? I am waiting for the movie deal. I will be played by george clooney and will wear a tuxedo the entire film. p.s. luke do you ever blog anymore?
i will be played initially by lindsay lohan and, after she is fired for not showing up to work, angelina will take over the role. my dear friend, lowbrow anonymous, will be played by suri.
i smell an oscar...
yes, simon, there is a santa claus...and yes, i will blog again.
Grey suit with brown shoes? Surely this was a false idol - anyone knows that you wear black shoes with a grey suit. This fellow may have tricked you but he would not trick me.
In the movie I hope that I would be played by either Kathleen Turner or perhaps Michelle Pfeiffer with died hair. Just don't cast Kathy Bates for my role (even though she did get an Oscar). Actually Ellen deGeneres might be a good choice.
don't worry mom, even if this gentleman wasn't to your taste, you really would have enjoyed the sweet garb of the other doctors that day. serious mom-jean chic.
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