Spurred on by all the accounts of other INTPs and their lackadaisical approach to style ('why do I need new clothes when I still have old clothes that work just fine?'), I've decided to be daring and order a jacket that isn't basic black, dark grey or just-ignore-me-I'm-a-passerby brown*. (I need a new one anyway; it'll be winter soon and all my pockets are full of pen-holes.)
Naturally, I can't help thinking of this new extravagance as being basically part of a costume, and so, naturally, my brain sticks on the most idiosyncratic things on offer.
I can't see these going over at all:
Back To The Drawing Board, I think: there's a respectable middle ground between 'frump' and 'fop' and I'll find it sooner or later. Though these bizarre bits of Americana have the advantage, at least, of being so busy-looking that I can get away with wearing plain jeans and any old golf shirt underneath and have them draw no negative attention whatsoever.
Oh, well. At least I have enough of the Gay Gene to know that this:
...Is absolutely hideous. It looks like something from 'Blade Runner'!
* I'll have to have whatever I buy altered for my Male Size Zero frame, of course. They only make clothes in my size in those annoying hipster boutiques, and I can draw on a T-shirt perfectly well by myself, thank you, hipster boutiques.