Eventide is a lovely, dressy little place in Clarendon, a neighborhood here in Arlington, VA. They have delicious craft beers and appetizers at a reasonable mark-up. It is an excellent place to go with friends and a cruel place to go alone, owing to the frequently pretentious clientele.
I hemmed and hawed about what to wear to a dear friend's surprise birthday party there last Saturday. I settled on jeans and my black cap-toes but couldn't decide where to go from there. (I tend to work from the shoes up.) I just knew I didn't want to be Another Dude in Dressy Jeans and a Button-Down.
Flashback: I bought this shirt on Threadless a month ago--for obvious reasons, I had to have it--but once I got it, I wasn't sure when to wear it:
Until that night. So I put it under my white Oxford, which I left unbuttoned to the navel. From a distance, chameleon; up close, hot chicks on wolves with booze and automatic weapons, lighting doves on fire:
My friends got a big kick out of it, and I got to feel a little subversive without being rudely distracting.