WEAR ONLY ONE INTERESTING PIECE OF CLOTHING AT A TIME . . .

UNLESS YOU’RE NICK WOOSTER OR UNLESS YOU IS REALLY LIKE GOT IT GOIN’ ON.

POINT IN CASE. I WAS ONCE REFUSED ENTRANCE TO THE RITZ HOTEL IN PARIS, WHEN I WAS GOING TO THE BAR FOR A DRINK WITH MICHAEL WILLIAMS. THE DOORMAN SAID HE DID NOT CARE FOR MY “COORDINATION.” LUCKILY, BY CHANCE, JIM MOORE OF GQ HAPPENED TO BE EXITING THE BUILDING AT THAT VERY MOMENT. HE VOUCHED FOR ME, AND THEY LET ME IN. WHEN WE WALKED INTO THE BAR, REESE WITHERSPOON WAS THERE, AND MICHAEL SAID SHE WAS CHECKING ME OUT. LOOKING BACK, SHE WAS MOST LIKELY STARING AT ME BECAUSE I LOOKED LIKE A FUCKIN’ FOOL. AND THE DOORMAN WAS ACTUALLY DOING ME A FAVOR, AND CORRECT IN HIS JUDGMENT. HE SHOULD NOT HAVE LET ME IN, AND IN FACT, I SHOULD HAVE GONE STRAIGHT BACK TO MY ROOM AND CHANGED. I AM NOT GOING TO SHARE THE PICTURE WITH YOU, BUT I AM PRETTY SURE, IF YOU SEARCH THE INTERNET, IT IS OUT THERE SOMEWHERE.

JENG, MELODIE: (Nick Wooster, 2014) © Melodie Jeng.