There is a curious moment that happens just before leaving the office.
The laptop closes.
The jacket comes off.
The calendar finally quietens.
Someone suggests a drink.
Perhaps dinner.
Perhaps clients.
Perhaps simply the long walk home with nowhere in particular to be.
The T-shirt was never really the question.
The shoes usually are.
People spend remarkable amounts of time deciding what appears above the waist.
Oddly enough, the final impression often arrives somewhere around the ankles.
A premium navy T-shirt has a quiet confidence about it.
White leather trainers say you've finished work but haven't given up.
Brown loafers suggest dinner.
Polished brogues quietly imply someone remembered there were clients attending.
Flip-flops?
Normally I'd hesitate.
Unless, of course, you're doing corporate on the beach somewhere in the Caribbean.
Then they're less a fashion choice...
...and more part of the dress code.
The same goes for Bermuda shorts.
Perfectly respectable in Hamilton.
Entirely normal in Cayman.
The heat may be similar.
The dress code most certainly isn't.
Same temperature.
Different thermostat.
Just don't try it in Dubai.
The flex is different there.
Black plays a slightly different game.
Minimal trainers feel contemporary.
Chelsea boots quietly raise the standard.
Patent leather shoes still have their place.
Six-inch red bottoms?
Entirely acceptable.
Provided your destination involves cocktails rather than compliance.
The T-shirt isn't judging.
Neither am I.
Heather grey may be the easiest of the three.
White trainers never seem to argue with it.
Tan suede loafers soften it beautifully.
Brown boots give it confidence.
An open-toe sandal happily announces summer has arrived.
A sensible kitten heel says,
"I'm staying for one drink."
The six-inch red bottoms quietly reply,
"I'll see your one drink and raise you breakfast."
There is no right answer.
Only context.
Business casual isn't the same as Saturday brunch.
A client dinner isn't the same as a beach bar.
A networking event isn't quite the place to discover your flip-flops have become the main talking point.
Good clothes don't compete for attention.
Neither do good shoes.
They simply work together.
Perhaps that's why the best wardrobes become smaller over time.
A handful of premium T-shirts.
Well-cut jeans.
Tailored trousers.
One reliable jacket.
Shoes that know where they're going.
Everything else becomes remarkably uncomplicated.
Style has never really been about owning more.
It's been about understanding where you're going before you leave the house.
The shoes rarely start the conversation.
They simply finish the sentence.
Although...
Occasionally...
They write an entirely different paragraph.
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