MondayTuesday: Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
- Tuesday: midweSTYLE Campustyle
- Wednesday: midweSTYLE at Old Watertower
- Thrifty Thursday: My ex-roommate’s dad’s friend’s briefcase, yo.
In college, I lived all over East Campus in Columbia:
- Sophomore Year: 1323 Anthony Street Apt. A, B & C
Statistics: 11 guys, one house, three floors and a dog—a Boxer named Anfernee.
Highlights include: Throwing bottle rockets under the bathroom door while someone was taking a dump, the summer Seth Putnam came to live with us from the wretched JBU, and having the bright idea of creating an “Orphanage” where we put two bunk beds and a single bed, totaling five people in the one room with AC over the summer.
- Junior Year at 1403 University Avenue Apt B
Statistics: 2.5 guys, one floor and a big-ass porch.
Highlights include: Killing a blood-sucking bat with a wiffle bat, drinking beer each M/W/F before my 19th Century American Women’s Poetry taught by an Emily Dickinson scholar, and my roommate assuring me that vodka would heal a rash.
- Senior Year at 516 S. William Apt A & B
Statistics: Five guys, one house and an attic.
Highlights include: Dance parties with strobe lights, chain-smoking on the porch into the wee hours of the night while working on my senior thesis, and deciding that I
neverwanted to leave East Campus to graduate.
When you’re moving around from house to house and roommate to roommate, your clothing, accessories and belongings all get mixed up, thrown away or just generally disappear. But if you’re lucky, your roommates will just give you things when they are moving out. That’s what happened with the briefcase.
Well, I used it.
And I did use it for a job interview.
And that job, I was offered.
And that job offer, I accepted.
|Leather journal, thrifted sportcoat, J.Crew button-down, Saddleback briefcase, thrifted Giorgio Bruttini loafers and Corona portable typewriter from the mid to late 1920s.|
Some of these items are called into action daily. That blazer fits me almost as well as if it had been tailored…one of the best coats I’ve owned, and a steal at $6. The elbow pads actually serve a utilitarian purpose for all the days I’m hunched over my desk. When the coat finally craps out on me, I’ll take it apart and see if I can’t make a pattern from it.
Seth and I went looking for a suit with our friend Oliver, who’s visiting from Kansas City. We talked about life and love and happiness—ya know, much like the rest of us who are meandering through this twenty-something phase trying to find purpose. You would think finding a slim-fitting suit would be an easy task. However, we’re trying to find one that isn’t going to break the bank. Student loans and entry-level jobs don’t help the situation, but you need a suit for the interview, son.
ABOUT THE LOOKS:
Oliver is decked out in all J.Crew except the 1901 saddle shoes by Nordstrom.
Because J.Crew provides menswear apparel that is affordable, accessible and good-looking. That, and his house burned down a few months ago, forcing him to start his wardrobe over from scratch. J.Crew has played a large part in nailing the essentials.
It’s still cold as hell (that doesn’t make sense) in Chicago even as we are nearing the end of March. I wanted to be warm but still have some compartments to carry my wallet, keys, chapstick and iPhone.
You think I can fit a dime in this size 28 selvedge denim, let alone a wallet? Please.
To keep warm, I decided to rock the Patagonia Down Sweater under my thrifted J.Crew utility jacket. A little pop of red under my utility jacket—you know I dig it.