The white shirt tale
Elizabeth and James at net-a-porter
White shirts are those things which save my hideous days when I feel like throwing away every single clothing piece in my closet. These days, I usually put on my white shirt and jeans and just forget about fashion for couple of hours. This way I stop myself from doing something very very horrible – like actually throwing away my entire closet and as a result regretting doing so just couple of hours later. As you might conclude my white shirt is an absolute must in my closet – it’s the only thing that keeps this closet intact and save.
But there also these days when I feel like throwing away stuff just because that day I consider that stuff an old stuff. During one of those days I destroyed my only-favorite white shirt convincing myself that I’d run into the store the next day and replace it with a newer version of my white shirt! We all know what happen then… Then there was school and school and many other oh-so-important thing to carry about. For some weird reason I’ve manged to survive without my savior white shirt and never got it replaced.
I can’t explain my “method of selection” of white shirts but there is one, and it’s not explicable in human words… only feelings – I have for specific white colors and specific shirt silhouettes. But those colors and those silhouettes are never on the store shelves…
… and this is my sad tale of my search for THE perfect white shirt…
PS: and I have to get it until my entire closet will be gone… and I feel that this day is not so far away. ;(
