REMEMBER WHEN I wrote about the uniform imposition of black polo necks in February as an “I can’t even” sartorial opt-out? Well, that’s where I am with summer 2023. Only, white, obv., or whatever off-white most becomes one, be it chalk, cream, sludge or stone. Anything over 22 degrees and I’m prostrate.
Last year’s 40+ malarkey nearly finished me, and this summer we’ve got that El Niño shit going down. Suffice to say, “I got nuttin’”