It makes you look correct, yes, but life isn't correct; it's wrinkled. Anyway, wrinkles are a badge. They're evidence that we've hailed a cab or reached for our wallets or leaned back in our chairs or fought something. They're proof that we've moved. An au fait with action on the field. There is a sublety between an insouciance to our appearance and a wrinkle shirt. a wrinkle shirt doesn't make us unlettered, it is just peccadillo, it makes us 'football' heroes who have scored a goal, raffled like barbarians and have heard cheers of a gazillion football fanatics.
A wrinkle-free shirt is for someone who wants to cover his tracks. It's a safe choice, and in style, safety is not a virtue. Texture is. We should look flawless only when we're standing in front of the mirror in the morning and congratulating ourselves on how wonderful we are. Venerate at our awesome self and glow like a firefly insight out.
Then, starting immediately, our clothes should start gathering a history. Attempting to convince everyone around us that we look this sparkly, this utterly without stain or spoil, is pretending we're someone we're not.
It's hiding. And if it comes down to hiding, and it always does, then we'll just put on our jacket.
