LOCATION: Bioko Norte, Equatorial Guinea
OBJECTIVES: Many
MACHINERY:
…all stowed in:
…plus:
…all of which I will haul from shoot to shoot in the blazin’. equatorial. heat. This is not a complaint, however, but a boast. Shooting AFCON 2012 is the dream job.
Last year I saved enough money to put a dent into a mortgage standing between me and a chica in the ‘burbs. The plan was to get the mortgage out of our hair by the end of this year. Then suddenly she moved on and I am left with life-changing savings.
So tonight I moved out of the room I rented in Columbia Heights to a better place in the same neighborhood; and between now and April I will be rebooting my work wardrobe.
Most of my wardrobe I bought at the in 2006 at the Salvation Army just outside of Greenwich, Connecticut, the wealthiest county in the United States. At the time the titans of Manhattan periodically ‘donated’ their seasonal wardrobes to the Greenwich Salvation Army, a tip I got from a photog friend in West Haven. I bought suits, shirts, etc. a complete wardrobe of a fashionable young professional in the American white collar. Many still had the tags on them from store purchases in Paris, Milan, and London. And so on.
The wardrobe got me through my first year at Qorvis, but was falling apart when I decimated it earlier tonight…got rid of everything that wasn’t pro. That leaves me with 3 pairs of pants 4 shirts (3 of which I bought last weekend), 1 suit, 3 jackets, and one pair of black shoes that I’m told click like stripper heels on tiled floors. I’ll blog here from time to time on my new work clothing purchases.
Already, the advice I’ve received has been very helpful. It came from a conservative editor-in-chief of a newspaper here in DC, who told me to forget buying suits at Brooks Brothers. They’re cheaper, he said, and just as good at a NYC shop, the name of which I have written on a scrap of paper at my desk in Dupont, where I am not right now but will be in a few short hours. I’ll update this post then.
UPDATE: boom
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst, I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlook’d for joy in that I honour most.
-XXV
yup.
(Source: musicthatrocksmyworld)
