
Name: Henderson Dunn Randolph Shorter
Age: 21
Home town: NYC
Current occupation: Intellectual (Thinker, Writer, Photographer)
What is your favorite article of clothing that you own and why?
The only pair of dress shoes I own: a pair of black leather wingtips, made by To Boot New York. They work just about everything I own: suits, jeans, button-down shirts, t-shirts - the whole lot. When dress to go out, I often plan my outfit based on the fact that I will wear those shoes; nothing else will suffice. They've been with me on every significant trip I've taken: Paris, Berlin, Madrid and Barcelona, Tokyo, Hong Kong, San Francisco, and, of course, NYC. I got sick one night when I was out in Tokyo, and my friend asked "Is he puking? I really hope he doesn't puke on his shoes."I was pretty conscious of the fact that they were on my feet, and I knew better than to puke on them. Most importantly, they're probably the most comfortable shoes in my collection, more so than my other favorites: a pair of super-slim, form-fitting adidas century low-tops. My wingtips were pretty rigid at first, but after 4 years of use, they've just molded perfectly to my feet, wrapping around my arches and my heels as if they were custom made. I've walked 8 km on roads in the Spanish countryside and they ended up being a more comfortable choice than my slip-on vans. They're never a bad call. I always feel good about myself when walking in them.What article(s) of clothing do you most covet on a friend of the same sex?
A well tailored blazer with perfect proportions (jacket length, volume of sleeves, etc). It was always hard for me to find a jacket when I was younger because I was so skinny. They were always baggy, falling off the shoulders, never fitting me on my lower back and my mid-drift. My family didn't know the importance of a good tailor too. If I see a man in a well-tailored blazer, I immediately have envy and respect, because its something I've always wanted to wear, and wear well.What qualities of dress do you most admire in a member of the opposite sex?
I have a thing for the femme fatale: dark, mysterious, perhaps dangerous, with a mysterious, piercing gaze. Ideally, she'd be in an understated little black dress, black stockings, and a sexy pair of heels (she'd have to have perfect legs for it to all work too). She could also where some things mixed and matched - for instance, crazy colored vintage t-shirts with slick black jeans, a ragged faded stenciled jean jacket, with flats or high-tops and some crazy scarf as a belt - and I always admire this.In both instances, there is a level of sophistication of making it all tie together and carrying it with seemingly impenetrable confidence. Its not playfulness but a mark sophistication that I admire in women's style.Who are your fashion icons of fiction?
The skinny and tall dude from Cowboy Bebop: http://www.wsfl-home.de/img/Animes/Cowboy%20Bebop.jpg - to me, no other fictional character could be cooler. There's also James Bond, and there's Steve McQueen in the Thomas Crown Affair. Both rock 3-piece suits and shades like no one else.What articles of clothing do you most associate with your childhood?
Overall, I didn't become conscious of style until 9th grade, when I bought my first pair of jeans. Jeans will always be remind me of my coming of age.
If its a singular, sentimental object there's a faded Princeton t-shirt from my one of my Dad's reunions. It's size small, and I use to wear to sleep when I was really young. One day, I found it in my drawer, perhaps 2 or 3 years ago. It has been regularly cycled in my wardrobe ever since. That I wore it when I was a kid endows it with a meaning that remains a secret pleasure I keep to myself. Proust explained how we always have within us the memory of our past selves, however unconscious we may be of them. When I wear this shirt and I'm feeling good, I can feel that boyish smile trying to put itself on my face, the one that I used to wear when I was 5.
What articles of clothing do you most associate with past lovers/love interests?
For me, there has always been a timeless element to style that I've embraced, certainly influenced by the French. My mom always dressed me well as a kid, taking me to Bonpoint and Petit Bateau on the regular. There were the blue and white sailor striped tops and the navy blue coats. My father is a Brooks Brother's man, and I remember the (very elegant) weighty navy blue wool duffle coat I got from there - it had a quilted lining and nice wooden toggles. I didn't appreciate it at the time, and I later traded it in for some high-tech snowboard gear. In a few sizes bigger, it wouldn't have looked out of place in Paris c. 1955.
I've never had a girlfriend, and I'm very particular about what I like. Few people understand me enough to feel comfortable buy me things that I'd appreciate. But there's one was given to me by a girl who I was once madly in love with in a tragic, 'I can't even begin to tell you, cuz I can never find the words' kinda way. At that time, I was young, intellectually and emotionally lost. She is mysterious and complex and had a boyfriend at the time as well, which prevented me from acting on my emotions based on some personal sense of honor. Later, we had a falling out; months after that, she went abroad. We didn't see each other for a nearly a year. Finally, we caught up with each other last summer. And during the first time we hung out with each other again, she gave me this white t-shirt printed with this abstract, high-contrast and blurred black and white photograph by some Japanese artist. She said that she didn't buy anyone else gifts when she was abroad. "And then I saw this when I was in London," she said. "And I was like, This is so Henderson, I have to get this for him, I'll regret it if I don't." It's one of my favorite t-shirts.
I got sick one night when I was out in Tokyo, and my friend asked, "Is he puking? I really hope he doesn't puke on his shoes." I was pretty conscious of the fact that they were on my feet, and I knew better than to puke on them.
ReplyDeleteNo matter how many drinks you had pounded back in Roppongi and however sick you were feeling, you were still careful with your black leather wingtips. Haha, that's so you.
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And I was in Roppongi too! It went like a little like this
ReplyDelete'Agh, I'm soooo drunk. I think I'm getting sick. Yeah, I'm getting sick, here's a lamp post that I can lean on. O that's the ground that you're looking at. You're definitely about to puking. O fuck, those are your shoes. Please don't puke on them...'. And I didn't. Always fressh.
-HDRS