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Thursday, February 25th, 2010So, like…Valet said that Esquire said that any man’s style can be slotted into one of twelve tribes.
Life is never as simple as magazine layouts lead us to believe, but if it were, I’d give a swift-kick to my sedentary work week, take a hatchet to my iMac and join up with this blue-collared dude and his so-called “Workman” wardrobe.
According to the article earnestly-earned paint splotches and callused palms are the required finishing touches on the Workman uniform, which poses a personal problem for me since, last time I checked, Blackbird Ballard offered neither on their webshop. Uh oh.
But what I like about Esquire’s indigo-ed icon for its Workman look is its upperclass undercurrents. Soon as this dude finishes his well-earned smoke break he looks more likely to head Uptown into a Kiehls store than down some shaft into a Colorado coal mine, which sagely aims the look away from cliché costumery and into realistic wearability.
Minus the Marlboro and one of his four tops – I’d dutifully work the Workman uniform exactly as pictured.
