When I first met Gerald, he was naked and headless. A serious handicap to be sure, but he had never let it stop him from dreaming big.
Sick of his beige, twill existence he allowed me to become his stylist.
A little catharsis never hurt anyone.
And everyone knows accessorising is what really makes an outfit.
Well, that and a good dress shirt.
A sharp jacket and a coat of paint had Gerald feeling quite dapper,
Which we amplified with a judicial application of frills and this snazzy bowler.
Gerald now looks and feels like a new man.