Topic: Shapes of things
Just before Christmas 97 I bought this shirt at Sarah Coggles in York. It was some Italian make that I'd never seen before or since. I can remember it was late night shopping and after the purchase I met up with the two girls I shared a house with, sat in the boozer by the fire and got hammered.
This shirt was dark, inky blue and I can still remember that it cost £57. I didn't buy many £57 shirts then, or indeed now but I loved it. The material was really wierd, cotton but something else mixed in and it barely creased. It looked cock on. Saw me through that Christmas, subsequent Christmases and countless nights out and holidays. Because of its anti-crease properties you could take it anywhere and it always looked pristine. The second button down wasn't too high or too low, it sat just right. On and off I got a good 11 years out of it and must have last worn it about 10 or so years ago and it's been in the wardrobe ever since.
Had a sort out recently. Found the old go to garment. Fuck me! Did I really wear that??? The cut of the thing. Like a smock. Flappy arms like something Lord Byron would don whilst fannying around Greece. It looked ace once but seems to have doubled in size. Everything now is tailored and slim and trim. This just seems so out of place but once looked so in place.
We've parted ways, it's in the charity bag now. It'll be snapped up by some chunky fucker and it'll fit him like a glove. Loved that shirt, but I've moved on, I've changed.