A Full-Time Traveler’s Wardrobe Philosophy
I was never someone who cared deeply about my clothes. Yes, I fell victim to the Hollister-is-the-only-thing-worth-wearing fad of middle school (my mom once let me buy an ocean-blue long-sleeve t-shirt from the sale rack of the Hollister’s next to the eye doctor in the mall as a reward for choosing the less-expensive wire frames; it was my first Hollister...