I live by one steadfast wardrobe rule: dress every day like you’re going to get murdered in those clothes.
And later this year I’ll be in the wedding party for my friends Bru and Aina. Aina is Philippine, so I’ll be donning a true fashion don’t, known as a barong. To appease the groomsman, who are all actors/directors (and refer to this thing as a “ba-wrong”), Bru was fast to point out that Quentin Tarantino loves to sport one at various award events. Bastard.
I only hope it’s as its itchy and uncomfortable as it is horrendous looking. Happy marriage.