Dress Like You Give A Fuck
“Faking it” is literally “making it”
Your clothes aren’t just about fabric and fit — they’re a canvas of self-expression.
A silent yet eloquent narrator of your personal story.
I realised this fashionably late in my life, but now that I have it, I’m revelling in its afterglow.
Gone are the days of dragging myself out of bed, resorting to the first piece of clothing within arm’s reach. Now, my mornings start with a ceremonious ritual. Daybreak greets me with the luxury of handmade fragrant shower gels, the nurturing touch of GQ-endorsed moisturisers, Egyptian-cotton underwear, amongst several other indulgences.
Peak Luxury Pro Max.
And then comes the sartorial symphony — the carefully chosen two-piece suits, each complemented by matching cuff-links and ties, all whispering tales of understated elegance.
These aren’t just garments; they’re armour, moulding my confidence, amplifying my presence.
As I drape myself in a casually elegant, quiet-luxury leather trench coat, it feels less like a second skin — one that’s ridiculously well-toned, I might add.
This journey isn’t driven by vanity or a desire for exclusivity.
It’s an acknowledgement of a universal truth — we are judged by our appearances.
As much as the world claims otherwise, first impressions are often lasting impressions. It’s not about succumbing to societal norms, but about presenting the best version of ourselves, every single day.
More fascinating, though, is the transformation that ensues within.
Dressing like a millionaire doesn’t just change how the world perceives me; it alters how I view myself. It’s as if I’ve tricked my brain into raising its own standards. Suddenly, I’m not just striving for success; I’m living it, breathing it.
It’s an amplified sense of self, a discipline that’s seeped into my very core.
And as I walk through the doors it opens, I can’t help but wonder — is this the secret to reaching my goals? Is this what they mean by ‘fake it till you make it’?
So, here I am, loving my skin, my rigor, my newly found discipline. It’s a journey that began with a simple decision — to dress like I give a fuck.
And it’s taking me places, both in the physical and metaphysical realms.
Here’s to this sartorial saga, the gift that truly keeps on giving.
