Evander (with curly hair, in a Lacoste shirt) and Mike (the other one) had just come from buying a golf club for Mike. I asked about Mike's shoes, which he had bought from the Providence Place mall, in a "semi-skate oriented store." It sold skate wear but no actual decks. "It's kind of selling a scene," he said. Anyway, he was sold the shoes by "a very eager crazy pregnant lady." He doesn't wear socks so his shoes smell bad: "It's infernal." He said that instead of buying socks, he buys deordorizing spray.
We starting talking about the value of collared shirts for men.
Mike: As a guy over 25, you wear a collared shirt and turn up your have-your-shit-together index by 25 percent.
Also, Evander added, without a collared shirt, "You can't buy a golf club."
You're going to a meeting of all the most important people in your life, both living and dead, and you're going to make a speech. What do you wear?Evander: You're in a place beyond time, in a purgatory of sorts, so I think I'd go with an Eastern theme, Hindu-influenced...with pink, saffron, turqoise, silken robes...something to transcend reality.
I had already asked Mike the same question, but he focused on the details of this meeting and we never got around to specifics. I suggested that a nice suit was a logical choice, but Mike explained he never wore suits except when it was expected of him. "It's a kind of shell," he said.
Are you worshipping the club?Evander: No, I'm honoring it.
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