I consider myself lucky to have been a follower of The Sartorialist since its very beginning. I say lucky because I truly don’t remember how I found it.  I do remember where and when.  I was in my room of my house at college, the winter of my junior year.

For a long time clothing and style were a lonely interest for me.  Though I had many friends, my study of menswear and dressing oneself had none.  It gave me some individuality in my group, I suppose, and I’d be foolish to regret following my heart.

This was the first picture from The Sartorialist that I remember being enamored with. I didn’t know then that I would end up meeting (and working) with many of these men from a world that I aspired to be a part of, but felt very far from. I also didn’t know that six years later I’d be able to so easily navigate the archives of the site. The hours I spent clicking and scrolling to find shots of Lino!

Perhaps the luck was not that I found the Sartorialist as its beginning but that I found it at mine.

I’m going to start posting the photos that speak to me most.

(Source: thesartorialist.com)