I love fashion. I can remember flipping through issues of GQ and Esquire marveling at how cool the outfits looked. When I got to high school and began working, I did so because I aspired to dress the way they did in the magazines. I couldn’t afford anything featured in those pages but that’s where creativity crept in and judging from the nicknames friends gave me, namely Mr. GQ, I’d say I did all right. Continue reading
