My birthday in February? These were absolutely out of style. And that’s when my dad sat me down with Alan Fluser’s book Clothes and people And my grandfather talked to me about the style of Demi Emit. It was timeless. He was a well-dressed deacon, never seen without a Fedora, an umbrella or a cane.
So when it was time to go to college, naturally, as a spellhouse kid I went to Morehouse, because most of the basic awakenings that the civil rights movement stood on were born in Black Ivy, known as HBCU. I admit, when I arrived in my new year, I still had a few major damage and exhaust suits left, but I didn’t wear them because they didn’t translate into this new arena. Going to all the other men’s schools except the Crown Forum, I wore my collegiate track-and-cross-country gray dress almost every day. It doesn’t matter, because I’ve been on stiff legs all week. As a result, wearing clothes on Friday is much more than an event. Clark was at The Wall of Atlanta University, where all AUC schools would gather in their fresh fashion Friday attire and of course at Spellman’s Lower Manley. In the fall you can find me in my polo socks with my kayak polo rugby, a white jockey tee, my chocolate brown sheerling vest, a pair of RLL indigo denim jeans so you can see the player and the chocolate brown polo boots buckled across the first through the fifth metatarsal. And for spring: my navy polo basketball tank top, Moko Sport cotton heather gray athletic shorts and white slouch socks – a compliment to my DMV fame and white Reebok pumps. After all, the next week is Freaknik, a stand-up-on-the-expressway traffic jam in your car when everything inside the beltline turns into a sidewalk, consisting of 285 sections. The women were throwing everything from booty shorts, battle boots and tennis skirts with midriff, spaghetti straps and slingbacks, to everything from the J-Team to the bajuka tube powered by the Rockford Fosgate Punch 455 MPS to 2 live crew bus music. And one, and two, and you know what to do – YEEK!