It's hardly the Oscars, but hey, that's not an excuse to slack off and throw on whatever. This is the Grand Finale of Mr Gay World, after all, and I can't look like chopped liver next to the boys onstage.
So I made a trip to Linea Italia for some cheap n' cheerful rags to punch up my look. To the uninitiated, Linea Italia is a warehouse for spectacularly marked down Italian duds.
My finds:
Navy blue textured shirt from Moscanueva with silver embroidered bee detail
Jeans, also Moscanueva
I found a discount shoe store in some gasoline station in bumfuck nowhere three days ago, so I grabbed a pair of trainers:
Nike Air Max '90 Current Moire
And for luck, I'll be wearing a couple of wardrobe favourites that have been with me for years:
Black velvet jacket with paisley print from H&M
White painted leather belt from Tough Jeans
Why bother with underwear when you can go commando?
Good luck, Heihei!
Let's go, Hong Kong!
With Affection,
James
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