I Surrendered My Wardrobe
After realizing that I’d become a clothes-hoarding fashion victim, I threw out everything and started over. This is the true story of how I became a menswear minimalist (and how you can, too).
Like any story of recovery and redemption, mine begins with a moment of clarity. I had been set up on a date. She was smart, with cute freckles, but it was clear from the first margarita that we had little in common. She lived uptown and went for guys who worked at Goldman; I had tattoos and wrote for GQ. Still, enough tequila can persuade two horny people to put aside their differences for a night.