What do you think of when you think of an architect’s uniform?
In school I had a professor, albeit one of the kindest human beings ever to step foot on earth, who wore the same exact uniform day in and day out for all five years that I’ve known him. Khaki pants, white collared button down starchy shirt, round frameless glasses and some of the saddest shoes you’ve ever laid eyes on. At the end of our second semester some fellow students and I had the privilege to go over to his house and were treated to a dinner prepared by said professor. Though the gesture alone should have been my sole focus I could only think of one thing: Hell or high water I was going to take a peak inside his closet. After arriving, it took all of 5 minutes to figure out the layout of his house.
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