Which reminds me, we’re already deep in a third of September, and if there’s a good time to bust out the leather jacket, it might as well be right about now.
Maybe not quite during the day, but a 6 p.m. onwards kinda thing. I imagine it’s particularly suitable while sipping wine, perhaps at a gallery exhibition opening or at a rooftop bar that doesn’t sell local beers?
If you insist, maybe later this week if your startup employ is showing promising signs of longevity. After all, the leather doesn’t have to be black and by Hedi Slimane. If you have one of those brown bomber-types, go ahead, wear them on casual Friday with good, dark jeans. If you haven’t already surmised, I have seen this once done with much success.
In fact the moral of the story isn’t even really about leather. Maybe it’s about getting a haircut and a fresh pot of pomade. Maybe it’s about quitting your job to pursue your rap career full time. Either you do or don’t, get those Weejuns.