Dress Like You Mean It: A Parrot, a Pocket, a Power Move

Solaro on the shoulders, toucans in the pocket, and a red tie like a declaration of intent. In a world of muted blues and spreadsheet small talk, sometimes the boldest statement isn’t what you say — it’s what you wear.

Dress Like You Mean It: A Parrot, a Pocket, a Power Move
The manifesto: A pocket square that says it all

They say parrots don’t belong in boardrooms. But then again, neither did velvet slippers, silk knots, or the poetry of a pocket square — until someone dared.

Today, the office jungle got a new species. Not a predator. Not prey. Something in between. A bird of paradise in Solaro plumage.

Yes, Solaro — that mythical, heat-reactive cloth dreamt up for colonial officers, meant to shimmer with golden defiance under the sun. Now quietly asserting itself beneath fluorescent ceiling panels and Q3 forecast charts. On the shoulders of a man who believes dressing well is a form of clarity, not vanity.

A red tie that doesn’t speak — it declares

And then there’s the square. Not just any pocket square — a tropical riot of toucans and hibiscus, defiant against the beige carpet monotony. Held up like a manifesto, folded like a secret, tucked like a revolution.

The rest follows suit. Quite literally.
A sand-toned double-breasted armor, with lapels as wide as confidence. A red tie so bold it doesn’t speak — it declares. Scarlet socks, unapologetically flirtatious under carefully woven loafers. And the scent? Sang Noir by Testament. The olfactory equivalent of locking eyes across a boardroom and not blinking.

Sang Noir — because even the air should know you’ve arrived

Some might call it too much.
But too much is exactly what the world needs when it's drowning in just enough. In safe blues, beige ambitions, and PowerPoint lives.

This isn't about peacocking.
It’s about intent. It’s about aesthetic integrity in hostile environments. About saying: Yes, I came to close the deal — but I also came to remind you that beauty belongs here, too.

Solaro wool — golden, crisp, and unapologetically rare

Dressing up isn’t costume. It’s conviction.
And today, one more item came off the wishlist. Solaro — check.
Tomorrow? Who knows. Maybe silk-linen blends. Maybe a fresco DB with a soul.

But today, the bird of paradise flew in. And not even the AC could chill that.

Shoes that whisper handwoven stories. Socks that shout