Dressed to Kill

Your favourite boxers...

You know the ones...

You grab them fresh off the hot radiator...

A freshly pressed white cotton slim fit shirt beckons from the hanger...

Those custom made luxurious cufflinks whisper softly into your ear...

That timeless watch watches you as you fasten it around your wrist...

The sophisticated burnt orange medium slim fit tie makes eye contact from the tie draw...

That petrol blue slim fitted suit jacket makes a good argument...

The matching petrol blue trousers follow suit and back up the jackets argument...

Back to the radiator...

Those quirky socks are just right for the occasion... a subtle way to display your personality...

The size 9 classic leather brogues demand, "what took you so long?"

The full length mirror loves what she sees and compliments you...

Yet one small voice, muffled but making itself known from inside one of your fitted wardrobes so you oblige and open up the door with your right hand... just then your white shirt cuff temporarily breaks free of the petrol blue suit sleeve holding it hostage, and your cuff link distracts your attention and cheekily winks at you...

You purposefully gaze back into the wardrobe at the once muffled sound which is now as piercing as your smoke alarm...

"How could i forget you baby?" you reassure your favourite aftershave...

The perfect scent for a summers night now the sun has just set...

Just for the neglect, you decide that a lil bit more than normal is a better option than being too modest and it wearing off too quickly...

one last look in the full length..

This time sporting a pair of brown tinted leopard print Ray Ban Wayfarer's...

Your dressed, and in the immortal words of a rapper by the name of Fabolous...

"You be killin' em"



Submitted by Joshua, The Collective