Lean Mean Clothes Machine

Today my friend Rorie and I gave her fiance Steve a mini-makeover. Before, Steve was always a class act in Timberland hiking shoes or "work shoes." Now, he's a lean mean clothes-wearing machine. We took Steve to Plato's Closet after Rorie and I exchanged lots of e-mails about our visions for Steve's style and some key pieces of clothing we were going to make sure he got. We didn't copy him on any of those e-mails. I was concerned that Rorie's and my shopping style, that is, impulsively pulling every piece of clothing we like off the racks and throwing it into huge piles to try on was overwhelming, but Steve took it like a real man and knew he looked awesome every step of the way. Along with an awesome new wardrobe, we may have also given Steve an insatiable need to buy new clothes. Mission accomplished. I love ya, Steve!

Before:

Bandpracticesteve

After:

ATLsteve

Eurosteve

Perfectsteve

We got all the clothes at Plato's Closet and no item cost more than $30. The Nikes (especially the Air Force Ones) are compliments of Rorie's extremely good taste in shoes.

That last picture is Steve pointedly explaining to Rorie how this makeover will change the dynamics of their relationship in that the female contingent may be on the hunt for some new Steve. Rorie is obviously pretty worried. Steve is a great sport for letting me dump clothes on him in a dressing room, then force him to put them on again while I took pictures. He looks "adorables," in the words of Rorie. Good thing she's with him for life!