As a rule, hats & sunglasses do not sit right on my strange noggin (this is the opposite of my father, on whom pretty much anything including a carefully-balanced plate of spaghetti looks completely normal). So when one does come along that doesn’t look like I’m trying to conceal a large ferret, I have vowed […]
Dammit.
Less than 72 hours back in Dubai after a long and joy-filled trip to India, and I have already gone and impulse-shopped. And yes, it is my Kryptonite, a nicely-tailored off-the-rack suit. This is probably the most ‘normal’ jacket I’ve bought yet, and I convinced myself that it was because I might one day need to blend in with regular working folk (though under what frightful circumstances, I shudder to think).
Business attire, like most things, is all about the accessories, you will note.
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PS I’ve never taken one of these ‘self-portrait-in-mirror’ type shots. Not since I first got my camera, anyway. I feel like I should not have, being neither a celebrity nor nude in this photo. Oh well. Next time.