Of all the people who have raged against the Greenpoint way of life machine my husband has been the hardest case to crack. His usual (nonsensical) rhetoric centered around him being a dandy (and wearing dinner jackets, a tie and dress shoes). In Oscar Wilde’s circle— that being Victorian England— such fettle would be fine. But in Greenpoint 2007, people are likely to think a man sporting such attire is a registered sex offender. For very good reasons, I would like to add.
Today everything changed.
As we were headed to the Metropolitan Avenue stop of the G we came across a store called Huitzilli. Contained therein were a fine assortment of Panama hats and Mexican wedding shirts. Seriously fierce wedding shirts.
This is the front.
Here is the back.
And what would a jaunty shirt be without a Panama hat to go with it?
The way I see it, all Sam needs now is a card table, a folding chair, a portable radio and a set of dominoes and he’ll be on his way to Greenpoint beatitude.
For those of you who are stylistically inclined, Huitzilli will have it’s grand opening tomorrow, July 1st.
Huitzilli
624 Metropolitan Avenue (It’s one block east of Union Avenue. Trust me.)
718-687-2278
Miss Heather
It takes a real man to wear a pink shirt outside of Miami. Sorry: not pink; “off-white.”
That is most excellent!