Keep On Crushin’
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24 Apr 2008 ›
5:05pm
My office crush is officially official. Yes—I too see the correlation between this and the shitstorm I’ve created between Bloke and me. But it’s a chicken/egg situation and I can’t remember which one came first (nor do I give a toss). But let me be clear—this is not the sort of thing one wants to see go somewhere. This is simply the sort of thing that one needs to— say—keep one’s self from putting one’s head in the oven. I’m talking about that unconsummated energy that makes the corporate world keep spinning. Without it there’d be way, way, way more hair pulling, more lying on the floor and kicking, and ultimately many more take-this-job -and-shove-it speeches. But I digress.
Here’s the thing… Homeboy has one helluva haircut. But wait, there’s more. I’ve told you he looks like a mofo in a suit right? Well it’s out of control. Besides the suits themselves (which I’m guessing are in the first-last–and-security neighborhood, price-wise), he manages to pull together all these fabulous elements to go along with it. We are talking dreamy ties, dreamy sock, dreamy cufflink thingies, dreamy pocket squares. What’s that you say? Your virginia just froze over due to the many unsexy items I just listed? Well… ehhhhh… You have a point. But trust me—on him it really works!