I was in high-school the last time I wore a raincoat. Remember those flimsy pieces of nylon that packed themselves away into a pouch we could carry? I had one of those, and I loved it! Handing it down to my juniors upon completion might be one of the saddest memories I have. (Not really, but you get what I’m trynna say!)
When it comes to style, rules are meant to act as a guide so that you can make the right choices as you dress up on a daily basis. They are not meant to limit you from expressing your personality as you see fit, and they definitely are not meant to hinder you from experimenting with colors and combinations.
Wallets.. Oh yeah, that thing you put everything from money and cards, photos of family, to last years GP Karting receipt and and your Kencell line’s PUK Number.
“But Kagz, Kencell doesn’t exist anymore.” EXACTLY, nephew!
I can’t quite count the number of times I’ve seen an acquaintance of mine reach into their pocket and emerged with a tattered excuse of a wallet. A wallet so old it would tell tales of the 1982 coup attempt; with frayed stitches and all, clinging on to dear life. One of those tri-fold wallets that make a guy look like he had a botched butt implant when it’s in their back pocket. The ones that you can feel wedged between you and your “sina taabu” mahogany bar stool. You know the ones I’m talking about.