Oh holey henley
I’ve written about henleys in the past and today, I do it again. Except this time it has a twist of sorts: POH. Pop of hole, the distant, but equally as enjoyable relative of POC – pop of color – makes it’s first Man Up appearance today, although, giving my frugal thrifting habits, won’t be it’s last. We’ve all seen jeans with the traditional frayed holes, but I challenge you, folks, on this day of days to give some thought to branching out such holiness into other areas of your treasured wardrobe.
As you can see the hole not only acts to give an I’m-not-trying feel to the look but enables you, the onlooker, a more candid view into my personal life: my chest hair. Also, making a slight, but very appreciated, appearance is the mewelry underneath the oh holey henley. For those of you that cannot see such things, I am both sad and sorry, as my chest hair has a I-can’t-look-away-car-crash affect of sorts.
My piece of advice for gaining a holey wardrobe that reeks of casualness: don’t force it. Like any good holes, the sartorial kind are not to be pressured. Wink wink, nudge nudge. Sex joke.
Everything I’m wearing is so old links would be futile – on your own my friends, on your own.