So, this my first post here. That doesn't invalidate what I have to say. SoCal2NYC, you're a rich boy buying super-expensive clothing with your daddy's money (as you've admitted on SZ). Some might say that has nothing to do with anything, but I say it very much does. It means you're trying to punch well above your real weight class and there's a vibe that comes with that. You haven't 'earned' your clothes in any sense, financial, experiential, nothing. You go into a store, buy ultra high end names and then throw them on. You consistently look bad in your clothing. You emanate nothing in them, just soul deadening, end-of-time, dying empire elite showiness. You've got no wit, no depth, no texture, no inherent eye, no talent. You're like some bratty son of a director given the camera on the basis of your father's name, making a flat, joyless, inept shit sandwich of a film. So, some positive advice: stop fucking buying shit. Just fucking stop. Sell 75% of the shit in your closet and start experimenting with earth-bound shit. Read a goddamn book about history. Read a 19th century novel, preferably Lost Illusions by Balzac or The Red and the Black by Stendhal, both thematically very similar. Do these things, immediately, and don't post here or SZ or anywhere else til you've done them. You have way too much time on your hands to attack someone on the internet. Q.Q more.