St. Louis is a great city. However, I am reminded most days when I go out why I get looks of disbelief when I tell people not from here where I live. While I typically despise generalizations, the stereotype of the Midwestern man who doesn't really care how he looks seems to be alive and well; over-sized t-shirts, baggy cargo shorts and flip-flops. Feels like somewhere the line between comfort and sloppiness has gotten blurred. I also suppose comfort is subjective as what is comfortable to me may feel restrictive to another? Not sure where I'm going with this ramble, but I can't help but want more for my fellow man. The smallest dash of effort could make all the difference.
"Behold the turtle. He only makes progress when he sticks his neck out" - James Bryant Conant. This blog is documentation of my journey, sticking my neck out to pursue my passion for men's style and tailoring. - Wale