Sometimes I think it would be wonderful to have a uniform. Not in the military/scholastic way, but in a “everyday I will wear a white button up shirt and tan pants of the utmost perfect cut, color and make” and then you would never have to worry ever again. It seems that I keep coming across people who have this effortless style, with only the slightest variation from day to day that may indeed constitute some sort of uniform.
I wonder if Joan Didion gets up every morning and puts her genius on. Damnit. I’m reading “Slouching Towards Bethleham”, and thinking that I would like to see a literary cage match between her and Kerouac. That cigarette looks deadly.
What do you think? Uniform yes? Uniform no? Joan Didion 4eva? It may be the next t-shirt I make. (See: also the first)