In my career, I’ve met a lot of men who know their threads, but I also know that the greater majority of men aren’t style studs. So, what happens when a guy gets a style-lift?
Last Saturday, I went with my friend D to shop. His tipsy request the night before was to give him a style revamp, and I gamely took on the challenge (see my pre-shopping musings here). So, I slipped on comfy Toms and got ready to brave a Saturday afternoon of shopping.
I knew it was going to be challenging, and we were expectedly beat at the end of the long afternoon. Now, it isn’t like I don’t enjoy doing the mall rounds; in fact, I used to “require” myself to see what was out there on a regular basis for my former job. This time, though, was extremely different. We were shopping for someone who had a set style sense, one who hadn’t developed the habit of styling up even for happening nights out. For D, comfort was key, and while I agree that comfort is the cornerstone of confidence, sometimes, the parameters of one’s comfortable corner can be quite limiting.
So, off we went to raid the stores and brave the dressing rooms. With a working budget in mind, D fitted so many outfits, cringing at some and agreeably nodding at others (“P’wede…,” he would comment at his reflection,kulang nalang wink with a Mr. Pogi pose). D had a budget pegged, and we were building a wardrobe from ground up, so he wanted pieces that were affordable but good, stretching his budget to the best of our abilities. From F21, Oxygen, and Memo, Folded And Hung, Penshoppe, and Bench, to Maldita Man and People Are Poeple—I grabbed hanger after hanger, and D probably saw more dressing rooms in one day than he has in the past couple of years.
After the long afternoon, we were spent. And, D beamed when he found pieces that made him comfy in his skin. He had some paper bags to show for his “hard work” that afternoon, and he scored four tops, two pairs of versatile pants, and a whole new attitude about fashion and shopping. He still has a long way to go to complete his 30something closet, but it was a good start.
Last Saturday, I went with my friend D to shop. His tipsy request the night before was to give him a style revamp, and I gamely took on the challenge (see my pre-shopping musings here). So, I slipped on comfy Toms and got ready to brave a Saturday afternoon of shopping.
I knew it was going to be challenging, and we were expectedly beat at the end of the long afternoon. Now, it isn’t like I don’t enjoy doing the mall rounds; in fact, I used to “require” myself to see what was out there on a regular basis for my former job. This time, though, was extremely different. We were shopping for someone who had a set style sense, one who hadn’t developed the habit of styling up even for happening nights out. For D, comfort was key, and while I agree that comfort is the cornerstone of confidence, sometimes, the parameters of one’s comfortable corner can be quite limiting.
So, off we went to raid the stores and brave the dressing rooms. With a working budget in mind, D fitted so many outfits, cringing at some and agreeably nodding at others (“P’wede…,” he would comment at his reflection,kulang nalang wink with a Mr. Pogi pose). D had a budget pegged, and we were building a wardrobe from ground up, so he wanted pieces that were affordable but good, stretching his budget to the best of our abilities. From F21, Oxygen, and Memo, Folded And Hung, Penshoppe, and Bench, to Maldita Man and People Are Poeple—I grabbed hanger after hanger, and D probably saw more dressing rooms in one day than he has in the past couple of years.
After the long afternoon, we were spent. And, D beamed when he found pieces that made him comfy in his skin. He had some paper bags to show for his “hard work” that afternoon, and he scored four tops, two pairs of versatile pants, and a whole new attitude about fashion and shopping. He still has a long way to go to complete his 30something closet, but it was a good start.
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