Addicted: But I Will Wear This Purple Shirt Everywhere

1:00 PM, December 3 2011

By Ray Siegel

It was one of those days when I set out with an actual mission for once: to buy a new winter coat at RRL. But I didn’t find a new winter coat. In its stead I found this vintage purple French workman’s shirt that is so perfect, not necessarily reasonably priced and everything I’ve always dreamed of. That said, my shopping partner Max and I had some justifying to do

Potential scenarios in which I could conceivably put this shirt to use, by Max Stein of Reece Hudson and me:

It’s a cool morning in the Hamptons and the sun hasn’t quite hit the horizon, but I need to run to Pierre’s for iced coffee before the pool day. I could wear my purple shirt!
I’m chilling in my apartment watching a Law & Order: SVU marathon and just before Benson is about to make the collar I feel a draft. I know—I’ll throw on my purple shirt!
In the club! I’ll be wearing my purple shirt.
Me and a few friends are getting pizza at a casual downtown restaurant called Rubirosa. Sounds like purple shirt time.
It’s a brisk fall day and it’s simply too cold not to layer up. Purple shirt.
It’s a warm spring day and it’s simply too warm for a flannel. Purple shirt.
I’m traveling El Al Airlines flying direct to Tel Aviv for fashion week and that airplane AC going at it hard. Purple shirt.
I’m in Miami for Art Basel. As the day turns to dawn, the air grows cooler and it’s time for a pre-party run to Jerry’s Deli for a triple decker grilled cheese and a black and white milkshake. There’s no question—purple shirt.
My best friend calls and says she has one extra ticket to the Katy Perry concert at Madison Square Garden. I’m obviously wearing this purple shirt again, am I right?!