Hi there. I'm Ilona's husband, Eric. You already saw me in a previous post. I'm just beginning to get into men's fashion so I'll be a guest writer on this site for my sartorial explorations. And much like my inexperience is different than Ilona being a seasoned fashionista, she's also a professional writer while I'm a programmer. So expect a different style of prose.
I want to dress better because, well, I wanna look good. I was dressed up for a party and a dude telling me my jacket was "on point" was that night's highlight.
It probably doesn't hurt in the work place either. I dressed in a suit at a new job, still had it out from the interview so why not. A fellow programmer in a polo and jeans told me, in a joking manner that might have hid some sincerity, that my dressing well was making the rest of them look bad. "I fail to see how that's my problem," was my response.
I'm also motivated to dress well because of people I look up to. I grew up getting ready for school seeing my dad put on his tie for work. This is a guy that does damn-manly things like rebuild car engines. He also kills animals bigger than him with a bow and arrow, but only because it's probably technically illegal to use his bare hands.
Another source of inspiration is past computer scientists. I see pictures of them inventing my field while they're dressed dapper as fuck and wonder how the hoodie replaced jackets and ties.
In general this site will serve as an impetus for me to dress better. I'm certain Ilona is all about that. [Ed. note — yes, I am!] For some reason dressing well is difficult for me. I once had trouble breathing because I couldn't commit to buying a $2.00 used belt from a thrift store. I don't get it.