In your hands is an Amazonian blowgun full of deadly knowledge darts ready to be delivered straight to your cranium.
You're about to begin a journey that will end in only one way--with you standing naked in an abandoned ravine watching as your old wardrobe slowly burns. Let this be your illustrated "Iliad "for dressing better.
Don't sleep. Read "Fuck Yeah Menswear." Refer to it. Cite it in your dissertation. Owning this book sends a very clear message to your peers, coworkers, and loved ones: "I'm trill as fuck."