For his annual Christmas visit, my son Patrick arrived with the Maxima stuffed from floor to ceiling with almost his entire wardrobe: 43 pairs of blue jeans and 300 shirts. Patrick starts his internship with INTEL today in Seattle. Patrick brought all that clothing home so Diane could wash it and help him decide what to pack for his trip, what to store, and what to get rid of (right now, Diane has 40 shirts ready for me to take to the Salvation Army Thrift Store). But, before he parted with any of his jeans, Patrick decided to take pictures of them all. Last year, you might remember, I posted Patrick’s collage of 365 photographs he had taken (Patrick tries to take a photograph a day). Now, for 2011, you can check out Patrick’s jeans collection. Trust me: Patrick got the clothing gene from Diane. I don’t even own a pair of jeans!
I have some slacks, but I doubt they fit me anymore.
Hope you’re feeling better, Bob. Patrick could wear the same size clothes that he did when he was 18.
Patrick is an American original!
Patrick is unique, Bill. No doubt about that!
A great picture. He is so talented.
In a thousand years, I would never have come up with the idea of taking pictures of my clothing, Patti. You’re right: Patrick has talent to burn.
!) I suspect there’s a cipher in there, as in The Dancing Men.
2) So, are you wearing kilts now, Cap’n Bob?
The NSA taught Patrick well, Art.
Patrick is clearly ready to be the Don Draper of our times. I’m willing to bet you could find an actual ad that looks very like this.
Cap’n Bob: toga?
You might be right, Jeff. I seem to recall an old ad campaign in LIFE that featured clothes in different positons.
No jeans?? I live in jeans, sweats and (when it’s warmer) shorts. I think I own one pair of Docker-type pants. I can’t imagine buying this many pairs of jeans – as long as a pair fits, I’d wear it, maybe have 3 pair to rotate. That much clothing would take way too much space, which could be better used for… books!
Cap’n Bob is probably wearing bathrobes and socks, now that he’s a retired guy. That’s what I hear they wear, anyway.
I’m a Docker guy, Rick. But, of course, I’m still working.
I can’t quite make out the code, but it seems to indicate something is buried 40 paces west of a very large tree.
Good guess, but try again, Rick.
Art will remember my famous shirt index back in ’74 or so. I’ve always been ahead of the curve. As for the dress of a retiree, it’s what I’ve worn for a good 40 years. Jeans, shirt, shoes, socks, skivvies.
I’m not a slave to fashion, either, Bob.
I wish I had 40 pairs of jeans. I don’t think I’ve had that many in my whole life.
I’d let the whole first three rows go away. I hate that washed-out look but I know the kids strive for it.
I think that washed out look resulted from about a 100 washes in the Maytag, Beth.