This blog is making me laugh. Shopping for Paul is always entertaining. He does not go shopping, however he has us return any shirt he does not like that we buy him... so his mother, his aunts and I have all acquired a feel for what he likes. When shopping if we see a shirt from 20 yards and the pattern is overwhelming, or it is orange, red, or a bizarre glow of a color, then we know it will be one that he keeps. This is the main reason that he lacks subtle shirts... we all don't want to have to return them, so we compete to have him like our shirts best... and there are a lot of us looking.

Ahh...the test of time...I was a little unsure about the direction of this blog in the beginning. There was a concern that the mere existence of this site would alter the natural selection of the subject's gown in the morning. As suspected, in the days following the creation of this site, the subject's choices were growing more and more traditional. No longer were the gowns subjected to the regulations of the FCC, but instead were simple stripe patters(exhibit 1: ground zero & exhibit 2: meeting at client site). My worries seem to be confirmed, but with the test of time it seems old habits die ever so hard. 1 week after conception, the blog has paid dividends and the has successfully captured and conveyed the truly phenomenal pieces of modern art masterpieces that graces Link's halls every morning and sometimes....night. Take note, these amazing spectacles of art in the day can turn menacing portraits at night. THE SHIRTS have routinely been mistaken for UFO's, Ghouls, and or walking man-size DnD game pieces by neighbors, coworkers, and the general public. Im confident that today's piece is just a small slice of what is yet to come. Today's conglomerate of mid-evil paint shade and geometric upheaval are a true testament of Paul's unique taste, but more importantly his sportsmanship.