yes, i dress like a COMPLETE douchebag. it's comedy, i own the narrowest, most-predictable things ever-i like ties with animals from hermes and over time i've got an obscene amount in my closet. the first "work" shoes i bought were ferragamo(still have them) and i've given up on church's, gucci, etc. either because my feet hate them or they weren't made as well. casual=tod's sneakers and loafers.

since sophomore year of high school i've never not owned an incarnation of nike's air max running shoe. i've got relatively narrow feet and a perfect stride but i'm built for stuff like lacrosse and hockey not running like kenyans and their fear of lions. so they kinda feel like pillows on your feet for a while, when they stop you buy new ones.

i go to barney's or louis once a year and just buy a few pairs of jeans, the last time the ones that fit and didn't have all sorts of gay shit or branding were earnest sewn. i tend to end up stepping on the back of them sometimes and te backs get all fucked-up. buy a few pairs, wear them until they make me look homeless.

dress shirts drive me nuts-either they're at the dry cleaners or need to go there so brooks brothers is a no-brainer for getting the standard solid colors and stocking up because whenever you want to grab a yellow shirt it's usually at the cleaners or in some pile in my place. easy.

when i don't have meetings/clients/etc. i like hideous etro shirts. they're good for the soul