Neatly askew
He is risen! Well, at least without the aid of a cane. I managed to walk around my neighborhood (in formal shoes!) with a decent gait. I felt like an old bag of wonder.
The Resurrected Officer outfit
H&M textured shirt
Worn at a wedding last year. Loved it so much that I bought extras—a habit that needs to stop in 2025.
Unlike men’s shirts, I didn’t need anything tailored. Perfect arm length. The hem works tucked or untucked. It features semi-sheer areas that look as though someone took sandpaper to the fabric, leaving feathery tufts in its wake. The cuffs and collar feel high-end. The fact that Heath found a matching bib and chain harness that matched the texture of this shirt proved our paths were destined to cross.
At the wedding, when it was time to dance and I removed my suit jacket, one guy came up to me and complimented the shirt. $25 well spent.
Prada jacket
Sometimes I feel like an officer of the Galactic Empire in this jacket (loyally served by Syril Karn). The pronounced buttons and spare silhouette make me walk a little taller. Sharp shoes, gloves, chains, and a cap enhance the military feel.
H&M gloves
Unless I’m in subarctic climes (Montreal NYE - that was painful), I prefer fingerless gloves over full-fingered ones. They make any jacket edgier and give off a stronger hint of villainy.
Mint Designs silver socks
These were the prize item in my Christmas stocking last month. They’re so cool. I was tempted not to wear them, but I’m too curious as to how they’ll wear and wash. A gorgeous stripe knit slathered in a silver coating on the outer sides. Would have had greater effect had I worn with cropped pants, but sometimes special socks are best revealed when you least expect it. I once wore Comme des Garcons black lace stocking socks to a meeting. When I crossed my legs, my coworker spotted what looked like hosiery peeking underneath and his face went pale.
Prada brogues?
Like most Prada objects, this one’s a beautiful chimera: the rubber brogue toe, the sleek boot form, the gussets of a Chelsea, the low cut of a loafer, and the rubber sole… these feel like no other shoe that I own. A textbook example of why Prada is my home team.
Chanel Bombay Boy Bag
I’ve been wearing this guy a lot and need to give his brothers their share of fresh air. But today’s mostly somber officer uniform called for a quilted patent diamond pattern and medallions (lots of medallions). All hail the Empire.
Nanushka hooded scarf
Another beloved item from Budapest (that was one successful shopping trip). Turns any jacket into a hooded one, and the scarf folds neatly askew. It’s not the warmest thing, but neither am I, so who am I to judge?